Evak 1

“comeover here and make me.”

itshouldnt sound this hot and daring, it shouldnt make isaks breathhitch and his mouth to go dry. but the way even is staring at himfrom across the room, back against the wall, his smirk paired withdark eyes, isak forgets to breath properly.

itsnot that the picture of isak sleeping is now out there for anyone tosee. its that he was lying on even’s lap and even was the one whotook it. who posted it. and who captioned it with good night baby.the words stabbed right into isaks heart, making him crave somethinghe’s been so desperately trying to deny.

herolls his eyes like its only frustration. “even, seriously.”he dares one step forward without meaning to. “delete it.”

evenwatches him silently, fidgeting with his phone in his hands. “why?”

andisak knows he sounds unfair, he knows even is thinking about jonasand magnus’ picture of isak sleeping that they’ve posted a couple ofweeks ago. but they didnt call him baby. and they dont do things toisaks body and heart, not the way even does.

“becauseits me sleeping.” he says anyway.

evenraises an eyebrow and he opens his mouth to say something, but thenhe closes it, pressing his lips together tight, his gaze falling tothe floor.

isakhates when even averts his eyes from his defeated. he wants even tolook at him, he wants him to see him, to see right through him.

there’ssilence and isak is growing impatient, he wants to be done with this,he wants to stop having to look at even like this, like he’s the onewith the aching heart.

so hedoes what he shouldnt, long steps to the other end of the room, heartracing like its telling him to stop, but like its whispering: go on.isak has never been good at doing what anyone told him to do, so helistens to the faint voice instead.

evenlooks up from under his eyelashes, quickly slipping his phone intohis pocket before isak could reach him and he straigthens his body.isak goes to grab the phone, even only making it easier, but thenthere’s a hand around his forearm stopping him. its tight at first,his fingers leaving white marks on isaks skin that only lasts for asecond. isak wishes they lasted longer. evens hold is gentle then,and isaks arm falls beside him. even holds on.

“just.delete it.” isak is staring at the outline of the phone.

helooks up just enough to see evens teeth biting down on his bottom lipand he looks back down quickly, swallowing hard.

thenwithout warning, even turns them around, isaks back hitting the walland his eyes grow wide, gaze glued to evens chest. he’s not sure he’sbreathing and his knees are weak, his mouth falling open.

“why?”even asks again and isak has to think for a minute what he’s askingabout. evens scent is making his head dizzy.

“becauseits me sleeping.” isak repeats, his voice weak, cracking in themiddle.

itisnt loud, but evens word is strong enough to ring in isaks ears.“bullshit.”

isakschest falls and he lets himself feel evens fingers burning around hisarm. they arent standing that close yet even takes a step back andisak hopes he doesnt let go.

there’sa sigh, and then, “alright. i’ll delete it.”

isaklooks up into his eyes for the first time since he’s walked over toeven, and he suddenly doesnt want him to remove it. he secretlywishes he kept fighting and make isak lose, so that isak couldvelooked at the post at night, wondering what it felt like. what beingwith even felt like.

andits like even reads him.

“ifyou still want me to?”

helooks down at evens collarbones and nods once, firmly, then looksback up. even shakes his head with a bitter laugh, and isak finds ithard to breathe again, his eyebrows furrowed.

“idont understand it.” evens shoulders drop, “why others canpost a picture of you like that and i cant.”

isakswallows. “its different.”

“differenthow?” evens voice is softer and his eyes are searching isaksface.

“youcalled me baby.”

“isthat..” even places his weight on one leg, “do you not wantme to call you that?”

“thatsthe thing, i do.” isak nearly lets out a sob, “butnot the way you mean it.”

isakfeels evens fingers press against his skin on his arm, “how do imean it?”

ittakes a few seconds, isaks mouth opening and closing two times, butthen he sighs. “as a friend.”

eventakes one step closer, “thats where you’re wrong, isak.”

isakfrowns, his eyes jumping across evens face, looking for something,anything, he’s not sure. then his forehead smooths, his jaw clenchesand his breathing becomes quick, his stomach in pleasant knots.they’re staring at each other in silence and isaks brain finallycatches up, which, oh.

hebrings his other arm up to evens chest, hooking his finger in thecollar of his shirt, evens skin on fire against his cold fingers.evens grip on his arm loosens, then his hand makes its way down toisaks, folding it into a fist and burrying it inside his own palm. helooks down at evens lips,

“sayit.”

there’sa smile on evens face, his free hand coming up to rest against isakscheek, thumb pulling on his skin in a caress,

“baby.”