Something didn't seem right this morning.
Berwald stood by the entrance to the cafeteria, glancing around in confusion. Tino was always here before he was, but for some reason Berwald couldn't seem to spot him. Maybe he really was still half-asleep today. He looked around the room again and still couldn't spot him. Just when he was about to call the other, said Finn came running down the hallway to Berwald.
"H-hei." He panted, stopping in front of Berwald to catch his breath. "Really sorry about that, I ah, woke up kind of late." He said, with a sheepish grin.
The Swede just nodded a moment and paused to take in his boyfriend's appearance. His hair was tousled and his cheeks were pink; it was actually kind of cute. The only thing that bothered him was his neck- for some reason the shadow the choker left looked far too dark against his pale skin. Really, should there even be a shadow cast by the choker? It was fastened so tightly that it seemed impossible.
It took Tino a moment to realize what Berwald was staring at, and when he did he was quick to realize that the Swede probably wasn't checking him out. Shit. He could probably see the bruising.
"Oh, is my hair a mess?" Tino asked, pouting slightly. "I bet it looks terrible. I'm sorry." He met Berwald's eyes now, managing to draw the man's gaze away from his neck so that he could re-adjust the choker.
Feeling guilty after seeing the Finn's face, Berwald quickly shook his head at the question. "Naw, ya' look fine." He said, offering his hand to the other. Tino smiled and took it, done fixing himself, and walked into the cafeteria with him. That was an extremely close call for him. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid, so reckless to have let something like that slip. Berwald didn't seem to think anything of it, but it was really hard to read the man sometimes. He smiled his trademark smile and tried to get a conversation going, attempting to ignore the knot in his throat that tightened by the second. Luckily though, he didn't even have to think of a topic before a certain Dane came bounding over, Nikolai in tow.
"Hej, Tino! What're ya' doing with this guy, ah? Were you really that desperate?" Mathias hollered as he made his way over, chuckling at what must have been his attempt at a bad joke. Nikolai only rolled his eyes and yanked on the Danish male's tie as usual, cutting the laughter off short.
"Good morning Berwald, Tino." He greeted, monotone as ever. Nikolai was a confusing one for Tino to try and figure out. Sometimes the boy seemed even more stone faced than Berwald, but others he seemed full of fire and spunk. The two had never really been close, despite Mathias's constant urging for the two to hang out because they were both 'really similar, man' (as the Dane had put it). To this day, Tino struggled to find similarities between himself and the Norwegian.
"Good morning Nikolai, Mathias. And I'm getting breakfast with Berwald, that's what." Tino responded calmly, rolling his eyes a little at Mathias's usual antics.
"Hey, don't look so annoyed Tino, doll, you- NIKOLAI, BABE, I WAS JUST KIDDING!" The Danish male yelped as the Norwegian reached for his tie again. Tino almost chuckled. Either Mathias had to stop annoying Nikolai so badly or he needed to stop wearing ties.
"You know how I feel about that." Nikolai almost pouted, deep blue eyes probing into his boyfriend's own.
"Babe, baby, you know I was just messing around." Mathias grinned, reaching his arm around the Norwegian's waist and leaning down to nuzzle his nose at the other's scalp. "You know you're the only one who'll ever get me off."
"Oh, how sweet." Nikolai replied, sarcasm lacing his words. He made no move to pull away from the hold on his waist though, and simply rolled his eyes while letting the Dane press kisses into his hair. Even if Mathias tried his hardest, he couldn't hide the fact that the colder male in his arms meant everything to him. He tried to paint himself like a sex-crazed maniac, make it seem like all he cared about was how fucking good Nikolai felt under him at night, but at moments like these that image was shattered.
"Hn. We good?" Mathias asked. It was a chance for Nikolai to stop him before he went too far if he was on his way.
"Yes." The other responded simply. The Dane just grinned like mad.
"Good. After all, you owe me some head later, babe."
Nikolai didn't deny a thing, but did smack him across the face. Mathias just smiled and laughed. "See, Swede, that's how ya' know that they love you." He said, looking at Berwald.
The Swedish man simply shook his head and Tino cut in. "Well guys, it was nice seeing you but we really need to eat breakfast now-"
"Oh no, no, no, no, no. You're not getting off that easily. I need to know when this happened." The Danish male said, grin plastered across his face. "C'mon Waldy, Tino, when did you start screwing around?"
Tino rolled his eyes and Berwald sent a glare Mathias's way, neither of which the boy seemed to notice. "Come on, seriously, I gotta know!"
"Mathias, we are not 'screwing around', it's called dating. And three weeks by now." Tino said, with a slight sigh.
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say dol- I mean Tino." He cut himself off, noting the dangerous glare from Nikolai. "Anyway, I don't think we've all ever been in the same place at once. We should eat breakfast together to celebrate this momentous occasion!"
Nikolai groaned slightly and Berwald rubbed his temples while Tino tried to smile politely. Wonderful, prolonged torture for all. There was no real should in Mathias's statement, because with Mathias should was just a synonym for will, and there was really not a way to say no to the guy. He may be annoying when he was happy, but he was down-right terrifying when pissed-off. Not even Berwald really wanted to deal with a pissed-off Mathias. So, the other three boys resigned to their fate and followed Mathias to go get breakfast, and then to a table.
Miraculously, breakfast came and went in a fairly peaceful fashion. The rest of the day seemed fairly uneventful, too, and Berwald suddenly felt silly for worrying over nothing that morning. Maybe he was just getting clingy. He felt silly about it now, but it was actually very likely to be the case. Tino seemed kind though, so hopefully he wouldn't mind too much. He stared at the clock on the wall now- eighteen more minutes. Eighteen minutes too long.
He had never particularly hated science class, but today he just wanted to get out. He was supposed to meet Tino after class so that they could go back to his room again. Sixteen minutes. Damn why couldn't time move faster? He reached into his back-pack and pulled out some homework, opting to ignore the lecture he had already read last evening and finish off an assignment instead. Hopefully he would stop looking at the clock every few seconds.
Finally, the ball rang out, and Berwald hurried out of the room almost forgetting to close his bag. He rushed down the hallway to Tino's locker, managing to get there at the exact same time as the cute Finn.
"Moi, Berwald~" He greeted, leaning up to plant a soft kiss on the taller man's cheek.
"Hej. Ready to go?" Berwald asked, hoping for a yes.
"Yep. Lets's go!"
Tino took the larger hand and started to pull him down the hallway, easily weaving through the crowds of people with ease. Berwald had a harder time keeping up with his boyfriend, seeing as his build was significantly larger. He did somehow manage to keep up with the Finnish teen, though, and eventually they made it to their floor. It was much quieter seeing as they were the only two in that hallway, and Tino was grateful for the break in noise. Now he could actually hear himself think.
After finally getting into Berwald's room, Tino plopped down on the bed like last time and stretched out a little, revealing some pale white skin from where the bottom of his shirt rode up. The sight was very enticing, and Berwald took a seat next to the Finn, watching more and more skin being revealed as he stretched. Finally, after shifting a few more times, Tino relaxed and rested his cheek on Berwald's thigh. "Hi." He giggled.
The Swedish teen blushed and muttered something that may have passed for a 'hey' and tried not to think too hard about where Tino's head was resting. It wasn't just inches away from his- Berwald was a bad liar.
Tino could see his boyfriend's struggle and found it quite comical, really. He hadn't initially planned to do anything all too dirty today, not really, but this was just too perfect. The only problem now was deciding what to do next. Should he play sweet? Sexy? Innocent? Decisions, decisions, decisions, there were just too many choices sometimes. Would Berwald think he was a whore if he did decide to do something today? He knew the man would still adore him, but he really didn't want to come off as some slut who slept with half of the school, he wasn't. Sure, half of the school probably wanted to sleep with him, but he didn't actually comply.
He hadn't complied to anyone's wants, not yet.
But today, Tino decided, that was about to change. Putting a sweet smile on his face, he looked up at Berwald and nudged his thigh a little. He could make out the other's package through his jeans from this angle, probably because it was obviously hardening. "Having some problems there, Ber?" He giggled, sitting up and planting himself in Berwald's lap now, on top of the hardening erection. Berwald gasped slightly, and Tino could tell he had started something.
"Aww, sweetie, does it hurt?" He crooned softly, putting more of his weight in the other's lap now. Berwald threw his head back and let out a breathy groan, panting heavily. Tino just smiled wider. "Poor baby." He said, voice sliding past his lips like syrup. He moved so that his breath ghosted along the nape of Berwald's neck, lips not quite touching him yet. "It must be so hard having to endure all of that. Sweet boy."
At this point, Berwald was ready to scream, or cry, or do something else completely uncharacteristically drastic for himself. Sure, he had masturbated before, but the heat and the weight in his lap was intense, real, dizzying- it was nothing like any of his late night trips into the shower. It made his nerves tingle and his brain detach, and all he could think was oh fuck yes, yes, yes-
Grinding experimentally against the erection, Tino looked up to watch Berwald's reaction. He was biting his lip now, eyes almost closed, and the Finn could tell that he was doing well. "Have you ever had anyone touch you before, Berwald?" He asked gently, nuzzling against his neck now. With hazy eyes and no self-consciousness, Berwald shook his head quickly.
"Good," Tino stated, "Because I'd be jealous… Would you let me touch you, Berwald?"
It was a dumb question, pointless, and Tino knew it. He already had the answer. But for some reason watching Berwald nod his head gave him some sort of relief. No longer worried about being stopped, he pressed against the man's groin again and smiled.
"How big are you Berwald, hm? Maybe you should let me measure. I've never held one before, think I could make it bigger…?" he asked, with faux curiosity. No shit it would get bigger. Even a few badly made pornos could tell you that. Berwald just let out another groan and the Finn took this as a sign to keep going. Slowly, just for show, he moved his hand down and palmed at the length through the jeans.
"I think we should find out…" He half-whispered now. He could feel the Swedish teen throbbing even through the thick fabric, and figured he probably wouldn't last long. He moved his other hand down to the fly of Berwald's jeans and unzipped it quickly, managing to get the button popped out through the fabric in record time. He usually sucked at those sorts of things. Luckily he was on a roll today.
He slid the waistband of the boxers down now, revealing a soft trail of blonde hair. Tino gently traced his index finger down it, causing the other to shake in pleasure, before he finally pulled the band down far enough to free the shaft. It almost sprung loose, throbbing and stiff, and the Finn could only stare for a moment -because oh fuck he's huge- before snapping back into reality and reaching out.
A long, slender hand cupped the base of the shaft almost tentatively, but the contact was enough to make Berwald's hips back and his heart spasm. Tino, slightly more nervous now, gently squeezed and pumped the length a few times. Satisfied with the other's reactions, he moved his other hand to stroke the head, smearing the pre-cum that was nearly pouring from the slit. Berwald's moans and gasps were getting louder now, more frantic, and his breath was far less steady than it had been earlier.
Harshly, Tino forced their lips together, pushing Berwald's open and meeting little resistance from the other while his tongue almost raped his mouth. It wouldn't be long now. He broke the kiss only to whisper against Berwald's ear, licking at the lobe, "Shh, hush darling. Almost there."
Tino was right. Almost violently, Berwald released onto his lover's hands, only able to see stars and maybe a head of blonde hair in front of him. He wasn't sure how long he rode out that orgasm, all he knew was that he wished it wouldn't end.
The Finn watched his companion climax and smiled, feeling quits satisfied with himself. Berwald was fucking adorable, all needy like that. He really hoped that he could get that reaction out of the Swede more often. He moved away from his neck now to plant a gentle kiss against the other's lips before pulling away to look at him again. He wasn't really sure what to say, if there was anything to be said at all.
He was beautiful. Berwald gazed ahead at his now-lover, who was still some-what in his lap. He was fucking beautiful. What was he supposed to do, or say to that? Thank you? I've dreamt about you doing that since fresh-man year?
Needing to move and do something, anything to make the moment less- less something, Tino lifted his hand to his lips and gently started licking the cum off of his fingers. Not bad, not bad at all.
"Heh. Didn't want to ruin your sheets." Tino explained when he saw Berwald's eyes widen. The Swedish male just stared ahead at his lover, almost amazed.
It was lucky he was still coming down from his last orgasm or surely he'd be painfully hard all over again.
The rest of the night was all a blur after Tino finished eating up his seed. He was sure that there was some cuddling involved, and maybe Tino talked about something, and surely he eventually went back to his dorm- but the thing most vivid in Berwald's mind the next morning was still those hands and lips.
Author's Note: I suck. Go ahead and say it. You guys are way too good to me and I took way too long to do this. That being said, you are all awesome, thanks for all of the lovely comments and adds, and here is some yummy smut~ I won't make any promises but I'll bust my butt to make the next chapter come out in a more timely manner.
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