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[Gustav]
Big. Golden. Piercing.
The eye filled the peephole, unblinking, like it could see straight through the wood and into Gustav’s soul. His breath hitched, trapped in his chest like a bird in a cage.
Arni was out there again. Not knocking. Not speaking. Just standing. A silent weight in the hallway pressing on his mind. Gustav knew Arni could feel him watching. Knew Arni enjoyed it.
The hallway beyond was dead quiet, the kind of stillness that made Gustav’s ears hum. The sickly orange wallpaper that was peeling off and the dim lighting that needed to be changed only served to make the brown-haired boy in the hall stand out more. Gustav pressed closer, just enough to catch the edge of that pristine white eyepatch Arni wore over his left eye. It looked too deliberate, like a prop in some avant-garde play. Not a scar. Not an injury. A statement. A statement of what, Gustav couldn’t guess, but it sent a shiver down his spine all the same.
He didn’t feel guilty for staring. It was his door, his peephole. If Arni wanted to linger like some rich-kid specter, that was his problem. But ever since Arni moved in, hauling designer suitcases and organic groceries like he was still in LA, the drab insides of the building stirred with new life.
Gustav hadn’t left his apartment much since his mom’s funeral, but this wasn’t about grief. This was about the way Arni’s presence agitated his instincts. He paused outside Gustav’s door too often. Too intentionally. At first, it was just a glance at the peephole, a second too long. Then a faint smile, like he was savoring a private joke. Now, Gustav was certain: Arni knew he was being watched. He probably liked it too. It was some kind of trap. Flirtation, prank, or something darker. Why else would he stand on his tiptoes, golden eye pressed to the peephole, trying to peer inside?
People like Arni didn’t move without a plan and Gustav wasn’t about to be his fool. He knew how people looked at him. Fat, hairy, silent, with dark circles under his eyes that his thick-rimmed glasses couldn’t hide. His loose, muted clothes didn’t help, flowing over his broad frame like a shield. He was an easy target, and he knew it. No way was he letting some demon twink with a trust fund make him the butt of a joke.
But God, it was hard. Arni was disarmingly attractive. He was slender and sharp, with that eyepatch giving him a roguish edge. The fact that he was fixating on Gustav, of all people, sent a flicker of giddy warmth through him, not that he was going to admit it. No. He wasn’t opening that door. Not for a normie prick looking to toy with him.
And so he watched. Doing his best to remain unnoticed, until the stalemate was invasively broken.
DING-DONG
The doorbell jolted Gustav so hard he nearly shed his skin. His first thought was the janitor, but Ron never rang the bell for deliveries. Heart pounding, he inched toward the peephole, careful not to let his shadow betray him.
“Heyyyy, are you in there?” Arni’s voice cut through the door and straight into him. His palms started sweating. Trembling, he peered through.
Big. Golden. Searching.
Arni’s eye was right there, trying to bore through the peephole. Gustav stifled a gasp, his body rigid.
“I know you’re in there. You can come out, I know all about it!” Arni’s tone was light, teasing, but the words landed like a punch.
Know? Know what? Gustav’s mind spiraled. There was no way Arni knew about… anything. He hadn’t told a soul. Had Ron blabbed? That nosy janitor always seemed too chatty. If Arni knew his secrets, he’d weaponize them. Rich boys like him always did. Nothing was off limits for them.
“I don’t want to freak you out, but I don’t think it’s healthy to stay cooped up inside for that long,” Arni continued, stepping back slightly, his voice softer now, yet still firm.
Gustav held his breath. Don’t move. Don’t answer. Let the demon twink talk himself out. Don’t let him into your head.
“Anyways, I’m not gonna bother you anymore. I just came to drop a care package. Hope it all works out for you,” Arni said, with what Gustav could only identify as a pout in his voice. He shifted, half his body slipping out of the peephole’s view. “If you’re even listening, that is.”
Gustav’s chest tightened. A care package? His mind stalled, all his paranoid scenarios spiraling. Arni’s voice lingered, heavy with something Gustav couldn’t name. If he stayed silent, this would end. Arni would leave. The hallway would be empty again. Safe. All he had to do was nothing.
But his hand was already on the doorknob.
[Arni]
Arni first saw him while wrestling two overstuffed suitcases through the building’s front doors, nearly tripping over the threshold. The hallway reeked of fresh paint and stale takeout which assaulted his senses after the long move. Grumbling under his breath, he hauled his belongings, left till last because he’d insisted on handling them himself, through the decaying orange corridor.
“Who the hell picked this color?” he muttered, irritation flaring. Moving fatigue, probably.
That’s when he saw Gustav. Standing by the mailboxes, shoulders hunched, looking like he’d been caught stealing from a cookie jar. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark circles. Everything about him screamed 'don’t look at me'. But Arni did anyway. Just a glance, half-blocked by his bags. He looked like a puppy caught by surprise, and Arni couldn't help but chuckle.
He thought Gustav was cute. Not in a polished, Instagram way. Not like the pampered types Arni usually ran with. He was satisfying in his simplicity. Arni tried catching his eye again later, in the stairwell, in the hallway, at the entrance. But Gustav was a ghost, slipping past everything silently like a large shadow.
The janitor, Ron, filled in the gaps: Gustav’s mom had passed recently. He hadn’t left his apartment much since. Arni wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t seen the guy around once. But it didn’t change what he thought of Gustav. Like when you were a kid and you found a puppy all on its own by the side of the street. No matter how many times your mom would tell you not to disturb it, you'll still want to poke at it, pet its frail soft body, or carry it around for the hell of it.
So maybe he lingered outside Gustav’s door a few times. Honestly, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing most of the time. Just looking at the door and thinking about how that guy lived in there. He would let his imagination run wild for all of five minutes before moving on with his day. Once or twice, he tried peering through the peephole. A futile effort in retrospect, but a sudden thought that the big guy suddenly croaked made him act out, just a bit, though.
Finally, after a week or so, he decided he should go all in. He hated pussying around a subject. So he threw together a care package on impulse. Snacks, tea, lip balm, and hand cream. Basically some items from the pharmacy counter. Enough for a visit starter, but not enough to consider a display of affection. A nudge to shift the game to Gustav’s court.
The eyepatch probably didn’t help his case.
Fucking cat. Clawed him under the eye during a visit to his sister in Oslo before coming here. The ER called it superficial, but slapped a patch on for the healing. Now he looked like a posh pirate or a Bond villain’s intern. Still, it was fun. The vibe worked better than he’d expected.
Today, he stood outside Gustav’s door, package in hand. Rang the bell. Leaned against the door, hands fidgeting with his phone. No plan. Just feeling it out.
“Heyyyy, are you in there?”
He grinned, mostly at himself. No answer came. He didn’t expect one. Silence was its own reply. He tried peering through the peephole, but it was too dark to see anything. Gustav probably had it blocked. Yeesh.
“I know you’re in there. You can come out, I know all about it!” He winced. Too intense. He didn’t know much, but such vain words usually worked on others.
“I don’t want to freak you out, but I don’t think it’s healthy to stay cooped up inside for that long.”
Nothing. Just the hallway’s dull hum. He wasn’t even sure why he was still here.
“Anyways, I’m not gonna bother you anymore. I just came to drop a care package. Hope it all works out for you," he finally said, as if solidifying a nice alibi in case someone questioned his weird approach.
He stepped just out of the peephole’s range. “If you’re even listening, that is,” he muttered to himself, suddenly realizing how silly his entire gesture was.
He started walking. Slow. His half-baked ideas fading with each step.
Click.
Soft. Like a held breath released. Arni paused and looked back. The door had cracked open. Just enough to know someone was there.
A beat. Then another.
Arni smiled. Not for show. But because for the first time since moving into this dump, he might finally get to have some fun.
[Arni]
The door inched open.
“…Hey,” Gustav’s voice rasped, low and rough, like he hadn’t spoken in days. “You gonna just stand there, or…”
Arni blinked. Not what he expected. “Or?”
“Or come in or something?”
Gustav didn’t open the door fully, just enough to peer out. One eye, dark-rimmed glasses, darker circles beneath. His black hair was flattened on one side and his stubble was a mess, like he’d napped too long and hadn’t meant to. He looked softer up close, vulnerable in a way that made Arni all the more curious about him.
Arni stepped closer. “Uh, yeah. If that’s cool.”
Gustav nodded and retreated into the apartment, leaving the door ajar. Arni followed, a flicker of doubt creeping in. What if he’s unhinged? What if this is a trap? The weight of what he was about to do suddenly dawned on him, but he swallowed his anxious thoughts and entered, a silent prayer within him as to not end up in a true crime podcast.
The orange hallway gave way to a dim corridor, and his eyes adjusted slowly. The place was dark but not pitch-black, with slivers of light sneaking through drawn curtains. A pale blue hue.
Gustav waited by another door, eyes down, half-glancing at him. Arni shook off his paranoia once again. The guy looked more like a startled puppy than a threat. He followed him inside.
The living room was… normal. Clean. No clutter, no stench. Just muted colors, neat stacks of books on the floor, a lone mug on the coffee table. A book with a bookmark sat on the dining table. Not the hermit cave Arni had imagined. It wasn't pretty, but it was definitely orderly.
“This is not what I expected,” Arni said, scanning the room.
Gustav raised an eyebrow. “What were you expecting?”
“Doom. Squalor. Full-on horror movie vibes.”
Gustav snorted. “Sorry to disappoint.”
His tone was flat, but there was a flicker of something. Amusement, maybe. Arni sat in an armchair, letting his bag fall to the floor. Gustav sank onto the couch, stiff, like his body hadn’t moved in too long. Silence stretched, heavy and thick. Arni fidgeted with his eyepatch, suddenly hyper-aware of his outfit. The brown tailcoat, blue school blazer and pants, red tie. He looked like a peacock in a henhouse next to Gustav’s loose sweat jacket and sweatpants.
“So,” Gustav said, breaking the quiet. “You’re the guy who’s been haunting my door for a week.”
Arni raised his eyebrows. “Am not! We live across from each other.”
“Uh-huh,” Gustav said, unconvinced.
Arni shook his head and grinned. “Your place looks surprisingly normal.”
“Thanks. You’re surprisingly persistent.”
“I get that a lot.”
Somehow, someway, conversation was flowing.
[Gustav]
Gustav didn’t know what he was doing.
Arni looked like he’d wandered out of a fashion magazine and into Gustav’s drab apartment. The place was functional with bare necessities, nothing fancy. His family had never had much, and after Mom… well, he hadn’t seen the point in changing anything.
Arni, though, screamed money. Tailcoat, tie, that eyepatch like a designer accessory. He practically glittered.
Gustav’s eyes flicked to the eyepatch. “What’s with the… pirate thing?”
Arni laughed, sharp and bright. “My sister’s cat tried to fight God and used my face as a ladder.”
“That’s one hell of a sentence,” Gustav said, meaning it.
Arni’s wit was quick, his thin frame buzzing with energy. Cute, sure, but dangerous. Gustav knew he’d let him in on impulse. Loneliness, probably. Still stupid.
They were settling into a rhythm, neither knowing for what song. Gustav pulled his legs onto the couch, crossing them. Arni sprawled in the armchair, scanning the room like he was cataloging it.
“So,” Arni said, dragging the word out, “has the radiator always sounded like a dying animal, or is that new?”
Gustav glanced at him. “Oh. Yeah. That’s Carl.”
“Carl?”
“Pipe ghost. Shows up at three-thirty, moans like a moose, then goes back to hell.”
Arni’s mouth twitched, eyes narrowing. Gustav’s face heated. Why did I say that? Stupid joke. Stupid.
“Joke. I… uh… joke,” he stammered, palms sweating. It was his fault for trying to match Arni's tempo.
“Oh… haha…” Arni’s laugh was weak, but he recovered fast. “What about the stairwell smell?”
“The floor wax?” Gustav asked, grateful for the pivot.
“And three kinds of illegal tobacco, I’m guessing,” Arni shot back.
Demon twink, thought Gustav. That was his only explanation for this forward onslaught by Arni. He could feel his pits sweating heavily because of his nerves.
“That’s just Ron,” he managed to reply.
“The janitor?”
“Yeah. Whatever he smokes is probably banned in most countries.”
Arni laughed, short and genuine. “Damn. That’s metal.”
“I say it with… respect. Kind of.” Gustav felt a spark of confidence. Arni’s charm was infectious, and he hated how much he liked it.
Silence settled. Arni held up the care package. "Care to take a look?”
“Sure,” Gustav said, trying to sound genuine.
“It’s nothing big. Just a pick-me-up.” Arni threw the plastic bag without moving from the armchair.
Gustav grabbed the bag, his body tensing up when he saw it fly at him. Rummaging through it, he recognized the top counter stuff from the nearby pharmacy.
“Thanks," he didn't know how to feel about this, "Didn’t get you anything though."
“Why would you?" Arni tilted his head to the side in confusion.
Gustav swallowed hard. Arni didn't know he was watching him, or was it another ruse?
“I… uh… not like that…”
Arni’s smile softened. “No need to get me anything. Just thought it’s a shame to see a neighbor… struggling, and not do something.”
He then stood up and stretched. His eye closed as he extended his short body to its full height. “Well, this was more fun than I expected. But I think that’s enough for a first visit. Don’t wanna overstay.”
Panic spiked in Gustav’s chest. It felt like a lid threatened to close down on him.
“I… uh… tea. I’ll make tea. Wait," he managed to stutter a string of words while pushing his glasses up.
Arni’s lips quirked, that confident smile returning. “That’d be nice.”
[Arni]
Arni followed Gustav to the kitchen, unsure what he was chasing. When the door first opened, he’d braced for hostility or weird indifference. But now? Gustav turned out to be quite fun. The stray puppy image popped into his mind again, and he couldn't help but grin at how easy it was to fluster him.
Gustav moved ahead slowly and deliberately. Maybe he was having second thoughts about letting him in? His broad shoulders filled the hallway, his black sweat jacket hanging loose over a frame that was soft but solid. Arni’s eyes flicked down. Gustav’s hips swayed slightly. Not fat, maybe a bit chubby. Basically, what you'd call a cub. Arni's appetite was usually for the big and strong, but a little dessert never hurt anyone.
Still eyeing him from behind, Arni realized he wanted to touch him and feel the warmth of his big body. Probably too soon.
The kitchen was small, dim, and clean. Dark blue tiles, pale cabinets, a sliver of gray light through half-drawn curtains. The whole apartment felt like it was trapped in those few ethereal minutes before sunrise. Gustav filled the kettle with quiet movements, like he was afraid to disturb the air. Arni leaned against the wall, watching.
“You always this quiet?” he asked.
Gustav didn’t look up, just set the kettle on the stove. “Words… don’t come out right.”
Arni smirked, “Clearly.”
Gustav looked at him, dumbfounded. Failing to say anything, he pulled two mugs, a plain white one and one with faded cartoon rabbits.
“You’re… kinda loud," he didn't mean to say loud. Fiesty might have been more appropriate, but he couldn't think of the word two seconds ago.
Arni laughed. “Fair. I do talk a lot.”
Gustav turned on the burner, his back to Arni. The silence wasn’t heavy, but it was charged. Arni shifted, his tailcoat brushing the counter. He felt out of place, but this was never an issue for him. All he needed was to get comfortable like he usually did.
“So you don’t go out much, huh?” Arni said in a more grounded tone.
Gustav tensed, then shrugged. “Not lately.”
“Why's that?”
Gustav paused. He hated that kind of curiosity. The passing kind that people used to satiate their boredom before throwing your time away.
But he also knew that that didn't mean their intentions were bad. So, tea tin in hand, he gave a curt reply.
“Family stuff.”
Arni nodded. Ron had mentioned the funeral. He didn’t push.
“Fair," he commented softly before continuing, "but even if you don't want to go out, you can still pass by my place.” He wondered if the invitation was too obvious.
Gustav glanced at him, eyes guarded, but now he was curious. “Why?”
Arni grinned, and Gustav was starting to realize just how cute and perfect his soft features were as he leaned closer. “You’re cute. And I’m bored.”
Gustav snorted, a small, annoyed smile breaking through. “Great. I’m your entertainment.”
“Best show in town.” Arni winked, and Gustav’s face flushed, his glasses slipping slightly.
The kettle whistled, sharp and sudden. Gustav flinched, nearly dropping the tea tin. Arni laughed again, and Gustav shot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused.
“Jumpy bumpy, ha?” Arni teased.
“Shut up,” Gustav muttered, pouring the water. His hands shook slightly, and Arni noticed. Maybe nerves, maybe something else.
They sat at the small kitchen table, mugs steaming. Gustav held his mug tightly without so much as a twitch, avoiding eye contact. He completely forgot to offer Arni sugar with his tea, and he felt like it was too late to. Meanwhile, Arni circled the rim of his mug for a bit with his finger before he sipped his tea. It was too hot and he burned his tongue.
"Awt-ch," he yelped with his tongue sticking out, to which Gustav muttered a low 'careful'.
Making an exaggerated waving motion with his hand that didn't help at all with cooling his burn, Arni swallowed hard before refocusing on his host.
“So,” Arni said, “you gonna tell me more about Carl the pipe ghost, or what?”
Gustav’s lips twitched. “Fo- Forget that. It was a dumb joke.”
“The noises that come out of that thing beg to differ.”
They laughed, the sound filling the dim, silent kitchen.
[Gustav]
Gustav didn’t know how they ended up like that. One minute, they were joking about Ron. The next, Arni was leaning across the table, his golden eye locked on Gustav, the eyepatch over the other giving him a rough edge. The tea was forgotten, its steam long since gone. The air was thick, heavy with something Gustav couldn’t name but felt in his bones.
Big. Golden. Focused.
“You’re staring,” Arni said, voice low, teasing.
“You’re… close,” Gustav managed, his throat tight. Arni was inches away, his breath warm, his scent clean and lovely. He was so obviously the weird one, yet he acted like everything he did was so normal.
“Am I?” Arni tilted his head, lips curling. “You want me to back off?”
Gustav’s heart pounded. He should say yes. Should push him away. Arni was trouble. He was too bright, too bold, too everything. He challenged Gustav with vigor that didn't match his small frame.
But Gustav's body didn’t move. His hands stayed on the table, knuckles white.
“No,” he whispered, barely audible.
Arni’s smile softened, not cocky now, more warm, “Good enough for me.”
He closed the gap, lips brushing Gustav’s. Soft, tentative, like he was testing the waters. Just the tiniest of touches.
Gustav froze, his mind screaming incomprehensible orders and his body dropping its pressure like he was on a falling airplane. Despite all that, he leaned in, chasing the warm spark that shot from Arni's soft pink lips. The golden boy's hand found his cheek, thumb tracing the edge of his beard, and Gustav melted.
The kiss deepened, slow but hungry. Arni was well put together, intricately designed, and a marvel to look at and touch. It must have been jarring to see him against his own messy self. Still, Arni’s tongue teased his lips, and Gustav had no choice but to reciprocate.
It was too much. Too fast. Arni tasted fresh and warm and hot. It was lighting something in him he didn't know he had.
Gustav pulled back, panting, glasses fogging slightly.
“I… uh… sorry.”
Arni laughed, soft, not mocking. “For what?”
Gustav’s face burned. “I’m… not good at this.”
“You’re doing fine.” Arni’s hand slid to Gustav’s neck, rubbing him reassuringly, but also enjoying his full body.
"Wanna keep going?” He asked, sex oozing from his words.
Gustav swallowed. He did. God, he did. But the weight of it all - Arni’s confidence, his own awkwardness, the fact that this was happening at all - made his head spin.
"I… yeah. But… slow," He said, pushing his glasses back up.
Arni nodded, eyes softening. “Slow’s good.”
[Gustav]
It must have been the longest walk of his life. The silent apartment seemed to weigh him down as he led Arni down the short hallway to his bedroom.
His legs moved on autopilot, each step heavier than the last, like he was wading through molasses. The air felt too warm, too close, and his sweatjacket clung to his back, damp under the armpits because of his nerves. He didn’t dare look at Arni, who trailed behind, his socks scuffing softly against the worn carpet. Gustav’s glasses fogged at the edges, and he pushed them up, cursing the way his fingers trembled.
The bedroom door creaked as he pushed it open. The room was small, dim, and the single window was half-covered by a sagging curtain that let in a sliver of the outside sunlight. The bed was neatly made like a furniture store display, sheets tightly and precisely tucked in. The room as a whole was strangely clean. Books stacked neatly on a rickety shelf, a simple old desk with a chair next to the bed. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent and the stale scent of stored clothing.
Gustav stopped by the bed, his broad frame hovering as if trying not to disturb the room. He was unsure what to do with his hands. He shoved them into his pockets, then pulled them out, crossing his arms instead. His heart thudded so loudly he swore Arni could hear it.
“What am I doing?” The question looped in his mind, but Arni didn’t give him time to spiral.
Arni stepped past him, brushing close enough that Gustav felt the heat of his body. He shrugged off his tailcoat without ceremony and slung it over the chair. His school blazer followed, leaving him in a white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The eyepatch caught the faint light, a stark contrast to his flushed skin. He looked smaller without the layers, less like a peacock, more like a doll. Gustav’s throat tightened.
“You good?” Arni asked, voice low but not pushy. His golden eye went over Gustav, searching, not mocking.
Gustav nodded, a jerky motion. “Yeah. Just… uh…” He gestured vaguely at the room, at himself, at nothing. Words were failing him again, slipping through his fingers like sand. Arni’s lips quirked, not quite a smile.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” he said calmly.
He stepped closer, close enough that Gustav could smell the faint citrus of his cologne, mixed with something heavier, like skin after a long day.
“But I want this. If you do,” he was glad he said that without cracking.
Gustav’s breath hitched. He did. God, he did. But his body felt like it belonged to someone else, clumsy and too big for the moment. He nodded again, slower this time, and Arni’s hand found his wrist, fingers light but firm, guiding him toward the bed.
[Arni]
Arni wasn’t sure what he expected Gustav’s bedroom to be like, but it wasn’t this. Not grim, not a mess. Abnormally normal and quiet. Like Gustav himself. The bed creaked a bit as he sat, pulling Gustav down with him. The bigger man landed heavily, the mattress dipping, and Arni bit back a grin at how Gustav’s face flushed, his glasses sliding down his nose again. He really should fix those glasses. And even though he looked like he might bolt at any second, his eyes, which were dark, wide, and unguarded, stayed on Arni. They had a look that was hard to decipher, but held obvious longing.
Arni leaned in, kissing him again, slower this time. Gustav’s lips were soft, hesitant, but they didn’t resist him, and Arni’s tongue slipped in, tasting tea and salt. Gustav made a small, choked sound, and Arni’s hand slid to his neck, fingers curling into the coarse hair at his nape. He felt Gustav tense, then relax, his broad shoulders loosening as he leaned into the kiss.
Arni pulled back just enough to tug at Gustav’s sweat jacket. “Off,” he murmured, voice rougher than he meant. Gustav fumbled with the zipper, his hands shaking so badly that Arni had to help, peeling the fabric away. Underneath was a plain black t-shirt, stretched tight over Gustav’s chest, soft but strong. Arni’s fingers grazed the hem, lifting it slowly, giving Gustav time to stop him. He didn’t.
The shirt came off, revealing a broad expanse of skin, dusted with dark hair across his chest and trailing down his stomach. Arni’s breath caught. Gustav wasn’t chiseled, not like the gym rats Arni knew back in LA, but there was a weight to him, a presence that made Arni’s pulse quicken. He ran his hands over Gustav’s chest, feeling the warmth, the slight give of flesh, the steady thud of his heart.
Gustav’s hands hovered. Arni’s touch was setting his skin on fire, and he was unsure of what to do in return, until Arni grabbed one and pressed it to his own chest, over the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Touch me,” he said, not a command, just a nudge. Gustav’s fingers curled, clumsy at first, then bolder, unbuttoning Arni’s shirt with agonizing slowness. When it finally fell open, Arni shrugged it off, letting it pool at the foot of the bed. His skin prickled in the cool air, his nipples hardening. He saw Gustav’s eyes widen, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Arni grinned, leaning back on his elbows, letting Gustav look.
“You’re staring again.”
Gustav’s face went full scarlet. “S-sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Arni’s voice was soft and teasing as he leaned in once more.
The kiss felt more explosive this time. Gustav finally let himself participate properly, grabbing hold of Arni’s lips with his own. The golden boy laughed through Gustav’s advances before returning the favor, his tongue pushing in to meet Gustav’s.
Gustav’s hands were now on his hips, his big, rough hands careful not to pressure the slender guy. But he soon found out he didn’t need to worry about that when Arni took hold of his face with both hands this time and leaned his entire body against him, pushing him back into the bed. Gustav tried to cushion the drop as Arni tugged harder, and they ended up flipping back into the bed. Arni was now laying on his back, looking up at the big, dark guy above him. Gustav was on all fours, his hands on each side of Arni’s head.
They took a moment to look at each other while his hand remained on the bearded face, his thumb rubbing slightly at the corner of his lips. In a sense, neither of them knew what to think as they gazed into each other’s eyes. The golden eye and the dark pupils.
Gustav leaned in for the kiss, which surprised him. He didn’t expect him to be this active. Active at all, really. Still, he gladly raised his head to meet him, and their lips met once again. There was longing, but no animalistic drive. It was as sensual as it was erotic. Arni felt the heat from Gustav’s body as he nestled under him and threw his arms around his neck.
He could feel their crotches touching as they pressed closer together. Gingerly at first, but Gustav soon rested on top of him. He was still careful not to hurt Arni with his weight, which the latter found endearing.
“Oh-” “Ouch–”
The slow makeout was interrupted when Gustav tried to move his face, and his glasses fell completely, slamming Arni’s forehead. They had hooked onto Arni’s eyepatch when their faces were pressed against each other.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so-”
“Shhhh…”
Arni didn’t allow Gustav to panic. The paranoid guy immediately started shaking, trying to move and fix the accident, but Arni pulled him tighter and kissed him harder, deeper, swatting the glasses to the side of the bed.
Gustav seemed to try to object, but whatever noise he made got muffled by Arni’s mouth. Once he felt the breathing on top of him calm down, Arni released his hostage and looked him in the eyes.
“I wanna continue.”
Gustav, who looked much softer without his glasses that gave him a dark lining, blinked at him before nodding with an embarrassed expression.
“Just like a panda,” Arni thought.
Arni reached for the knot on Gustav’s sweatpants, fingers deft despite the slight tremor in his own hands. One pull and it gave way, and Gustav froze, his breath shallow. Arni paused, meeting his eyes.
“Still good?”
Gustav nodded, but his hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white. Arni worked the elastic band slowly and deliberately, giving him every chance to pull back. He didn’t. The sweats slid down, catching on Gustav’s thighs, and Arni’s fingers brushed the bulge in his boxers, earning a sharp inhale from Gustav.
Arni’s own pants followed, kicked off with less grace than he’d have liked after he struggled with the belt and buttons. Gustav seemed like he wanted to help him, but Arni pushed on before he got the chance. His briefs were tight, tented obviously, and he saw Gustav’s eyes dart down, then away, like he’d been caught stealing. Arni laughed softly before rising suddenly. The move surprised Gustav, and they flipped around again. Now he was straddling Gustav’s hips. The bigger man’s hands finally moved, settling on Arni’s thighs, hesitant but warm, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin just above Arni’s knees.
[Gustav]
Gustav’s head was a mess, a tangle of want and panic. Arni was here, half-naked, straddling him, his weight light but solid, his thighs warm under Gustav’s palms. He couldn’t get enough of gazing at the golden boy’s delicate form. A porcelain doll in the faint light. The eyepatch made him look like something out of a fever dream, but his skin was real, flushed and soft, and the way he moved made Gustav’s stomach lurch in a way that wasn’t entirely bad.
Arni leaned down once more, his tongue teasing Gustav’s lips until they parted. Gustav’s hands slid up, almost on instinct, gripping Arni’s hips, feeling the sharp jut of bone under skin. Arni rocked forward, a slow grind, and Gustav’s dick twitched, trapped in his boxers, the friction sending a jolt through him. He groaned, the sound lost in Arni’s mouth, and felt Arni smile into the kiss.
“Fuck,” Arni muttered, pulling back to catch his breath. His eye was dark, pupil blown, and his lips looked like they were shining. He reached down, palming Gustav through his boxers, and Gustav’s hips jerked, a low whine escaping him. He was hard, achingly so, and Arni’s touch was firm, sure, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Arni slid off him, just long enough to shimmy out of his briefs. His dick sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip glistening. It might not have been big, but Gustav thought it looked perfectly crafted to suit the guy’s body. He stared, his mouth dry and half-open, and Arni caught him looking, smirking as he climbed back onto the bed.
“Your turn,” he said, tugging at Gustav’s boxers.
Gustav’s hands fumbled, clumsy with nerves, but he managed to shove them down, kicking them off with his sweatpants. His dick was thick, heavy, and he felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that made his skin prickle. He swallowed hard for what felt like the hundredth time. Arni’s eyes widened as his gaze lingered, and Gustav’s face burned hotter. He knew he wasn’t small, and it seemed to impress Arni, so that was good. Keeping the demon twink happy was probably the right call.
Arni pressed on. He straddled Gustav again, this time skin-to-skin, their dicks brushing, the contact electric. The smooth, bright skin against the hairy, big frame gave birth to fire in both their bodies. Gustav’s hands gripped Arni’s hips harder, steadying himself as much as Arni.
Arni rocked himself just a bit over Gustav’s body, his eye narrowing as he focused on the prickly electricity rising between their crotches. Gustav found himself hypnotized by the pretty boy on top of him. His pristine form was going back and forth with such elegance. It was hypnotizing.
Arni kept him on the edge, though. As if his erotic display wasn’t enough, he suddenly reached for their dicks which were rubbing against each other, Arni’s cute smooth hardon against Gustav’s lazy giant by comparison.
“Ahh.. Ah-Ah!”
Gustav couldn’t help himself and let his pleasure slip from his mouth as the warm hand massaged their dicks with expertise. With his eyes shut to stay in control, he couldn’t see Arni’s equally stressed expression. Their bodies started rocking together inside Arni’s hand, their tips now spewing precum and covering both members.
And just like it started, it stopped. Gustav opened his eyes to look, only to see the pretty boy on top of him raising his hand to his mouth before licking the excess precum off. He didn’t know what to say, but Arni did.
“Grab me.”
“I- I’m- you-”
“What am I, a nun? Grab my ass,” Arni was now equally flushed and eager as he took Gustav’s hands and forced them on his ass. Dumbstruck, Gustav couldn’t help but paw at his small round butt, to which he smiled and moved on. He scooted forward, now resting on Gustav’s stomach. There was no need to take special care since he was light, and Gustav was firm and steady. He lined the big guy’s dick between his cheeks before rubbing the tip, which was dripping like a leaky faucet, up and down his hole.
“I… uh… don’t have…” Gustav started, his voice cracking.
“Gotcha,” Arni said, reaching for his nearby tailcoat. He pulled a condom from the wallet in his pocket and held it between them. Gustav’s eyes widened, and Arni laughed softly without an ounce of embarrassment.
“What? I like to be prepared.”
Gustav didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. Arni tore the condom packet open with his mouth, smiling all the while. He rolled it onto Gustav with practiced ease despite his size. His fingers were warm, confident, and Gustav bit his lip to keep from making another embarrassing sound and to keep his dick from exploding right then and there. Arni put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on it for a second before reaching between his cheeks and wetting his entrance. Gustav watched, transfixed, as Arni’s eyes fluttered and his lips parted, a soft gasp as he worked himself open.
“You okay?” Gustav asked, his voice full of concern, barely recognizable.
Arni smiled at him and nodded, his other hand reaching out to cradle the guy’s dark face as his breath hitched again.
“Yeah. Just… gimme a sec.” His fingers moved, slick and deliberate, and Gustav’s dick throbbed at the sight, at the sounds Arni made. They were small and lewd and needy, and Gustav had no doubt he was playing out a practiced performance, with a mysterious degree of genuineness.
But even still, his dick throbbed, hard and ready and waiting, against the smooth ass.
[Arni]
Arni’s head tipped back, his fingers curling and stretching inside himself, the burn sharp but good. Gustav’s hands on his hips were an anchor, helping him as he rocked slightly, chasing the feeling. He glanced down, catching Gustav’s wide-eyed stare, his eyes looked mesmerized, his lips parted like he was seeing something holy. Arni’s chest warmed, a mix of amusement and pride. He wondered if he was his first.
He pulled his fingers free and shifted, lining himself up. Gustav’s dick was big. Bigger than he would’ve imagined. He was taken aback for a minute when he first saw it, the length and thickness proving to be a bit more than he bargained for. But he couldn’t complain. He had to stop himself from salivating at the thick shaft, poking out into the air like the mast of a ship.
Arni’s breath caught as he lowered himself carefully. The dickhead burrowed itself powerfully into his entrance despite the gentleness and care of its teddy bear owner. The stretch was intense, a dull ache that made him grit his teeth, but he kept going, watching Gustav’s face tense, his eyes locked on Arni like he was afraid to blink.
“Fuck,” Arni hissed again, sinking down fully, his thighs trembling. Gustav’s grip tightened, still careful and tender, and Arni leaned forward, steadying himself on Gustav’s broad chest. He wanted to play with his nipples, but found that the mood was just right as is.
“Leave it till next time,” his greedy mind whispered.
The hair under his palms was coarse, warm, and he dug his fingers in. Gustav’s breath was ragged, his hips twitching like he was fighting not to move.
“You… okay?” he asked again, voice strained.
Arni nodded, managing a crooked smile.
“Yeah. You’re big.”
He meant it as a compliment, and Gustav’s blush deepened.
“Anymore and I’ll have to stop and check his pulse,” thought Arni, looking at his red face.
He reached out and cupped the guy’s rough, cute face in his hands before diving in for a kiss. A strong one this time. He immediately pried his mouth open and his ass settled on top of Gustav, his cheeks meshing against the wide crotch comfortably.
Gustav tried his best to match his energy, and before long, Arni started to move. Slow at first, testing the rhythm. The friction was overwhelming, each shift sending sparks up his spine. Gustav’s hands slid up as they made out intensely, memorizing each other’s tastes, and they ended up hugging the golden boy around his back.
Arni picked up the pace, rocking harder, his dick bouncingbetween their stomachs and sending jolts of euphoria while leaking steadily now. He reached down, stroking himself, and Gustav’s eyes followed, dark and hungry. He didn’t have to say anything this time.
Gustav’s hand moved on its own, this time with eager tenderness and wrapped around Arni’s dick. His grip was too tight, then too loose, but Arni didn’t care; the clumsiness was endearing. The kiss got messy and sloppy as the constant movement threw them off balance, and Gustav groaned into his mouth, his hips bucking up to meet Arni’s movements, now with increasing enthusiasm.
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[Gustav]
Gustav was drowning. Arni was everywhere. His heat, his weight, and his scent. The way he moved, confident and polished, like he was chasing something raw and urgent, made Gustav’s head spin. His dick was buried deep, the tightness almost too much, and every roll of Arni’s hips pulled a sound from him he didn’t recognize. Low, desperate, unguarded.
Arni’s hand was on his chest, fingers digging into his skin, and Gustav tried to focus, tried to match his rhythm. His hand on Arni’s dick was clumsy, but Arni didn’t seem to mind, his gasps a clear indication of his enjoyment. Gustav’s other hand slid lower, cupping Arni’s ass, feeling the muscle flex as he moved and helping him bounce to his heart’s content. The spit and sweat and precum made everything slick, messy, and Gustav’s fingers brushed the place where they were joined, the heat and slick making his dick throb harder.
Arni’s movements grew erratic, his breath hitching, his eye half-lidded.
“Fuck, Gustav,” he muttered, voice breaking for the first time since he arrived.
The sound of his name in that tone sent a jolt through Gustav. He thrust up, wildly at first, then more precisely, matching Arni’s beat. Arni’s head fell forward, his forehead pressing against Gustav’s, their breaths mingling, hot and uneven.
Gustav felt the tension building, a tight coil in his gut compressing harder and harder. But he focused on Arni, on the way his thighs trembled, the way his dick leaked over Gustav’s fingers. He tightened his grip, stroking faster, and Arni’s moans grew louder, raw, no longer teasing.
“Close,” Arni gasped, his hips stuttering, and Gustav thrust up harder, chasing that edge with him, helping him as best as he could.
Arni came with a sharp cry, his body clenching tight around Gustav, his dick pulsing in the big guy’s hand, spilling hot and messy across his stomach. The sight, the sound, and the feel of Arni’s warm, tight grip squeezing him with the best of his ability pushed Gustav over, his own orgasm hitting like a freight train, blinding and overwhelming. He groaned, low and guttural, his hips jerking with incomprehensible, erratic noises as he came.
They stilled, panting, as Arni slammed down on Gustav’s chest, laying powerlessly there, which Gustav welcomed with a tight hug. He was light on his chest. His face buried itself over his shoulder into the pillow and stayed pressed to Gustav, their breaths slowing together. Gustav’s hands stayed around Arni’s shoulders, as if he’d disappear the moment he let go, and Gustav would find himself awoken from this blissful dream.
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[Gustav]
Gustav lay on his back, the ceiling a blur of shadows above him, the radiator’s distant hum a faint pulse in the quiet. His chest rose and fell, heavy, like his body was still catching up to what had just happened. The sheets clung to his skin, damp with sweat, and his glasses lay somewhere on the floor, forgotten in the tangle of limbs and heat. He felt raw, exposed, like a wire stripped bare, but okay. More okay than he’d been in months. Whatever paranoia that tried to work its way back up got culled by the glorious afterglow he was experiencing. Arni’s warmth lingered beside him, a quiet presence in the dim room, and Gustav’s heart still thudded, loud but steadying, like it was remembering how to beat.
He didn’t dare move, afraid to break whatever this was. His mind flickered to the last time he’d been this close to someone, physically or emotionally, before it all went quiet. The memory stung, but it didn’t cut like it used to. The sex had done its job.
[Arni]
Arni lay on his stomach, his elbows digging into the bed as his hands propped up his head. His body was loose and heavy, like he’d melted into the mattress. His legs ached, a dull throb that made him wince when he shifted. Gustav’s dick had gave him a proper workout, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed it more than he expected. The gentleness and rawness of their fuck made this the best sex he had in a while. Gustav was beside him, sprawled out, his broad chest moving steadily, the dark hair across it catching the faint streetlight coming through the curtain. Arni’s fingers moved to trace it again, to feel the warmth of that solid, cuddly frame. Gustav was too spent to give one of his usual flustered reactions, which only added to the intimacy of the moment.
He turned his head slightly, his golden eye catching Gustav’s soft profile without the glasses, vulnerable in a way that tugged at something in Arni’s chest. Pity? Sympathy? Like? He planned on finding out. Later though. Currently, he just wanted to enjoy what was the sex equivalent of a home-cooked meal. Hearty and filling. Arni’s lips curved, a lazy grin, and he let out a soft huff, his hot breath against Gustav’s hot skin.
“You alive over there?” he murmured, trying not to disturb the peace.
Gustav’s head tilted, his eyes flicking to Arni, wide and a little dazed, like he was still piecing together the last hour.
“Yeah,” he said, low, almost a whisper. “Just… uh… processing.”
Arni’s grin widened.
“And what result has the super advanced computer you have in your brain arrived at?”
Gustav’s lips twitched, a shy almost-smile.
“Good. I think.”
His hand moved, hesitant, brushing the sheet near Arni’s hand, not quite touching but close enough to feel intentional.
Arni’s fingers inched forward, grazing Gustav’s knuckles, light but deliberate.
“You think too much,” he said, teasing but soft, his thumb brushing the rough skin of Gustav’s hand.
“But that’s kinda cute,” he said as he took his hand in his.
Gustav’s face betrayed his giddiness at the acceptance, and he huffed, a sound caught between embarrassment and amusement.
“You’re so weird,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it, just a warmth that hadn’t been there before.
Arni laughed quietly, his body shifting closer, his shoulder brushing Gustav’s arm. The room felt smaller, softer, like the walls had exhaled.
“Takes one to know one, buddy,” he said, his eye half-lidded, tracing the curve of Gustav’s jaw.
Gustav exhaled hard, but he didn’t pull away. His hand turned, Arni’s fingers intertwined with his, clumsy but heartfelt. The silence settled, light and comforting, like the radiator’s hum or the faint glow of the streetlight. He took Arni between his arms, his face nuzzling into the smooth crook of his neck while the golden boy shrank happily into Gustav’s embrace, and for the first time in weeks, Gustav’s apartment didn’t feel as empty as it once did.
Author's Note: This story was inspired by a song and MV of the same title, Monitoring, by Deco*27. Feel free to check it out (but be warned it might not be the same experience as my story!).
