Chapter 3

The thing about Even was that he was a romantic. No doubt about it. He was hopeless.

That was how he ended up spoiling Isak so rotten that the younger boy lost sight of his pampering all course he appreciated every small gesture that Even made with all of his heart, but sometimes he forgot that being so spoiled wasn't just normal relationship stuff. He forgot that some boyfriends wouldn't surprise him with presents and kisses and let him sleep in their lap or skip class just because he was feeling horny. He forgot about it until one day, at lunch, when the boys pointed out just what a sugar baby Isak had truly become.

"Shit," Isak mumbled as he sat down.

"What's wrong, babe?" Asked Even immediately, brushing back some of the smaller boy's golden curls.

"Nothing," sighed Isak, "I just forgot to grab a bottle of water."

"I got you," Even said, quickly kissing Isak's cheek before hooping up to save the day.

"There goes your sugar daddy" Mahdi joked, rolling the last two words off his tongue in English. Isak drew his eyebrows and scoffed.

"My what?"

At this, Magnus rolled his eyes. "Come on, dude. You can't not see how much he pampers you."

Still confused, Isak turned to Jonas. "It's true, bro," his best friend admitted. "Even spoils you."

"I am not spoiled," Isak huffed, adjusting his SnapBack.

"Okayyyy," Magnus drawled, laughing. "It's not like you have new Beats. Or the most recent FIFA. Or meals cooked for you everyday. Or..." his gaze drifted behind Isak "your water gotten for you."

Just then, Even sat back down, handing Isak the bottle, who took it with a slight frown. Even laughed a little before kissing the pout away, which, for the record, didn't really help Isak's situation.

"So," the older blond said. "What did I miss?"

That evening, when they were both at home, Even knew something was up. He knew it from the way Isak avoided his eyes and bit down on his smiles before letting them get too big. When Even went to kiss him and Isak awkwardly chuckled and swiveled his head away, Even stopped. "Isak," he said, "what's wrong? You've been acting weird since lunch."

Still trying to avoid eye contact, Isak blushes. He takes a deep breath before mumbling, "I... do you pamper me? I mean, I know you're amazing to me, but do you... spoil me?"

At this, Even let out a laugh. "Is that all your worried about?" He asked, tilting Isak's chin up. "Well, the answer is yes, I try to, at least."

Isak was cornered on the countertop and trying to keep Even's hands on his lap from moving any closer to his crotch. "Why?" He asked. "I don't want to be a sugar baby." He said that last two words in English, as Mahdi had.

"Sugar baby?" Even imitated. "What's wrong with that?"

Rolling his eyes, Isak brushed back some of his hair. "Nothing, I just don't want you to feel like I don't appreciate you or that your obligated to treat me this way."

At this, Even smiled wide. "I don't feel obligated," he whispered, pressing his hips to Isak's. "I just love seeing you smile. And I like treating you like the beautiful person you are."

With the words, Even continued to get closer to Isak. He began to press his lips against the younger boys neck and trail soft kisses along his jaw. Isak tried not to whine as he said, "But it's so public. Doesn't it embarrass you?"

"Does it embarrass you?" Even countered. Isak scrunched his nose briefly before saying, "No, but it makes me feel weird. Like people think I push you around."

At this, Even pulled back. "Isak," he said quietly. "I love that people see us. I like that they know how happy you make me."

"But just because I make you happy doesn't mean you have to treat me like this. Doesn't it weird you out that people think you're, like, my sugar daddy?"

"I want people to know that you're mine," Even said suddenly, looking Isak dead in the eye.

"What?"

"I want people to see you in the things I bought for you and see me treating you like the amazing boy you are and see that you're mine."

Even was leaning his forehead against Isak's by this point. The small boy bit his lower lip.

"Do you like that?" Even purred, beginning to gently palm Isak through his pants and he spoke softly against his neck. Isak's breathing grew shallow as he started to whimper. "You like when I make you mine? Bruise you, take you. You like that?"

Bucking his hips, Isak buried his head in Even's neck. "Yes," he panted. "Yes, I love it. I want you so bad, baby."

Even bit his way along Isak's jaw. "I can tell," he chuckled softly as he felt Isak's hardness. "You're so easy."

"Mm," Isak moaned as Even continued sucking and licking his way down. "God you're so fucking hot."

At this, Even pulled away from Isak's neck and pressed their mouths together, grabbing the younger boy by the ass and pulling him closer. Isak moaned into Even's mouth and wrapped his legs around his waist. "Bed," he choked out. "Please." He sounded so needy. Even was a goner.

"Okay," he hummed, lifting Isak and carrying him towards their room. Once they got their, he tossed the smaller boy onto the bed and stood over him. "Mm, you look so pretty, baby," he sighed as Isak's eyes grew darker and more out of focus.

Thrusting his pelvis up towards Even, Isak whimpered. He fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to get rid of his pants. "Too many clothes," he groaned.

Chuckling, Even whipped off his shirt, and then helped undress Isak before taking off his own pants. He began to kiss up Isak's naked torso, hovering over him as he left marks along his chest. Once he reached Isak's mouth, the smaller boy grabbed the back of his head and brought their mouths together. "Even," he moaned loudly as Even sucked on his jaw. Isak pushed his hardness against his boyfriend's thigh.

"Do you want me?" Even said lowly, and Isak nodded.

"Please."

Happily obliging, Even flipped Isak onto his back. "I can never resist giving you what you want," he sighed. "On your knees."

The next morning, Isak was sitting next to Sana in bio when he took off his scarf. She pursed her lips, bringing out her signature dimples, and raised one eyebrow at him.

"What?" asked Isak.

"Nothing," Sana said. "You've just been very… busy this weekend." She gestured vaguely to his neck and Isak blushed, immediately putting his scarf back on.