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For Touching prompt 39 leaning into the other’s side
Raev was starting to get used to people after nearly two weeks, learning voices and clothing styles helped when the bus was dim. Tonight they were traveling between venues, a drive that would take all night. The Dane was sitting in the front booth with Karl, Mikkel, Fredrik and a few others, drinking and laughing. It felt good to be around people. What felt even better was the hand on the ends of his hair.
Karl was sitting beside him, loud, with a drink in one hand and the other arm around Dane's back, playing with his hair. Raev could feel the slight tugs now and again. Soon he lost track of the conversation, forgot about his drink. Sex with Karl was amazing but what the Dane craved the most was the constant contact. They were always touching; holding hands, leaning against each other, kissing. The near constant skin contact felt comforting, felt comfortable. Raev wondered if it was how Karl had always been or if it was something he picked up from the Dane himself. Raev kept in contact out of habit developed as a child when it was easy to get lost and hard to find his parents again. Now as an adult it offered the same sort of comfort, though maybe more intense.
He was staring at the Swede, and now after a few days, he could see his smile even in the dark. It wasn't that he could truly see it but had enough time with the bassist in brighter light that he had memorized his lover's features. He could tell what the smile would look like simply from the movement of his face and the sound of his laugh.
Karl was getting to him in all the right ways. He could feel it in how the sound of happiness in Karl's voice made his insides flutter as much as the hand in the ends of his hair. His features were so beautiful, especially the shape of his face and the wide, full lipped grin. Karl glanced at him, for just a second while taking a drink. The Dane felt his insides tighten even farther when the Swede's grin got wider from making eye contact.
The staring went on and Raev could only watch the way Karl lit up with mischief and laughter as Fredrik mentioned something that had Sigurd stressfully sighing. How was this Swede so attractive? The staring must not have gone unnoticed, but Raev didn't hear the first attempt to get his attention.
"Raev?" Ulfen's voice finally turned his attention from Karl's face to the others.
"He's got it bad." Mikkel chimed in and it left the Dane confused at first.
"What did I miss?" Raev was trying to recover. He couldn't even tell how long he'd been staring and ignoring the conversation.
"Nothing. You can go back to dreamily gazing at Karl's lips." Torden teased him and the way Mikkel and Fredrik giggled caused Raev's cheeks to go pink.
Karl must have caught on to the teasing and turned to give him a kiss. It tasted of booze but it didn't deter the gasp from the Dane. Everytime their lips touched he didn't want to pull away until the kiss was so deep they had to pull apart in order to breathe. This kiss was quicker but put his mind on the long, passionate kisses they shared in the morning before either of them were fully awake or interested in leaving the bed. Raev appreciated that Karl, like the Dane, was slow to wake and slow to get out of bed. The fluttering inside turned to full anxious butterflies, flocks of butterflies inside. Raev stared at Karl as he pulled away to pour another drink. There was no denying it as he watched the way Karl pushed his hair back behind his ear. Raev was falling in love or lust, something. All the Dane knew was the Swede was everything he'd hoped for. Raev leaned in and Karl instantly slipped an arm around him. He wanted to stay engaged in the conversation but the Dane was already getting lost in the contact again.
His eyes had closed and when he opened them he saw Ulfen across the table from him, staring with a grin on his face. Others were starting to turn in, Mikkel, Sigurd, and Fredrik were already gone. Raev guessed he must have fallen asleep against Karl at some point. Ulfen came over and kissed his temple, something they had done since Raev could remember and his older brother claimed to have been doing it since the day he was born.
"You look so happy. I'm glad for you." Ulfen whispered to him in Danish fully knowing that Karl couldn't understand. That didn't mean those words didn't flush the younger brother's cheeks. Others suspected but Raev knew Ulfen understood what the singer was feeling. Ulfen ruffled Raev's hair and pointed at Karl. "You take good care of my baby brother or I'll kick your ass."
Ulfen was drunk and acting wacky but Torden laughed. "He will, no matter where you manage to put it."
A humorous comment on Ulfen's acrobatic ability. Raev yawned and rubbed at his eyes while Karl stroked his back. He knew he would have to get up and go to bed soon.
"Let's get you to bed." Karl was sliding out of the booth and offering his hand. Raev took it, more than ready to curl up beside the dark haired Swede and sleep.
Raev was starting to get used to people after nearly two weeks, learning voices and clothing styles helped when the bus was dim. Tonight they were traveling between venues, a drive that would take all night. The Dane was sitting in the front booth with Karl, Mikkel, Fredrik and a few others, drinking and laughing. It felt good to be around people. What felt even better was the hand on the ends of his hair.
Karl was sitting beside him, loud, with a drink in one hand and the other arm around Dane's back, playing with his hair. Raev could feel the slight tugs now and again. Soon he lost track of the conversation, forgot about his drink. Sex with Karl was amazing but what the Dane craved the most was the constant contact. They were always touching; holding hands, leaning against each other, kissing. The near constant skin contact felt comforting, felt comfortable. Raev wondered if it was how Karl had always been or if it was something he picked up from the Dane himself. Raev kept in contact out of habit developed as a child when it was easy to get lost and hard to find his parents again. Now as an adult it offered the same sort of comfort, though maybe more intense.
He was staring at the Swede, and now after a few days, he could see his smile even in the dark. It wasn't that he could truly see it but had enough time with the bassist in brighter light that he had memorized his lover's features. He could tell what the smile would look like simply from the movement of his face and the sound of his laugh.
Karl was getting to him in all the right ways. He could feel it in how the sound of happiness in Karl's voice made his insides flutter as much as the hand in the ends of his hair. His features were so beautiful, especially the shape of his face and the wide, full lipped grin. Karl glanced at him, for just a second while taking a drink. The Dane felt his insides tighten even farther when the Swede's grin got wider from making eye contact.
The staring went on and Raev could only watch the way Karl lit up with mischief and laughter as Fredrik mentioned something that had Sigurd stressfully sighing. How was this Swede so attractive? The staring must not have gone unnoticed, but Raev didn't hear the first attempt to get his attention.
"Raev?" Ulfen's voice finally turned his attention from Karl's face to the others.
"He's got it bad." Mikkel chimed in and it left the Dane confused at first.
"What did I miss?" Raev was trying to recover. He couldn't even tell how long he'd been staring and ignoring the conversation.
"Nothing. You can go back to dreamily gazing at Karl's lips." Torden teased him and the way Mikkel and Fredrik giggled caused Raev's cheeks to go pink.
Karl must have caught on to the teasing and turned to give him a kiss. It tasted of booze but it didn't deter the gasp from the Dane. Everytime their lips touched he didn't want to pull away until the kiss was so deep they had to pull apart in order to breathe. This kiss was quicker but put his mind on the long, passionate kisses they shared in the morning before either of them were fully awake or interested in leaving the bed. Raev appreciated that Karl, like the Dane, was slow to wake and slow to get out of bed. The fluttering inside turned to full anxious butterflies, flocks of butterflies inside. Raev stared at Karl as he pulled away to pour another drink. There was no denying it as he watched the way Karl pushed his hair back behind his ear. Raev was falling in love or lust, something. All the Dane knew was the Swede was everything he'd hoped for. Raev leaned in and Karl instantly slipped an arm around him. He wanted to stay engaged in the conversation but the Dane was already getting lost in the contact again.
His eyes had closed and when he opened them he saw Ulfen across the table from him, staring with a grin on his face. Others were starting to turn in, Mikkel, Sigurd, and Fredrik were already gone. Raev guessed he must have fallen asleep against Karl at some point. Ulfen came over and kissed his temple, something they had done since Raev could remember and his older brother claimed to have been doing it since the day he was born.
"You look so happy. I'm glad for you." Ulfen whispered to him in Danish fully knowing that Karl couldn't understand. That didn't mean those words didn't flush the younger brother's cheeks. Others suspected but Raev knew Ulfen understood what the singer was feeling. Ulfen ruffled Raev's hair and pointed at Karl. "You take good care of my baby brother or I'll kick your ass."
Ulfen was drunk and acting wacky but Torden laughed. "He will, no matter where you manage to put it."
A humorous comment on Ulfen's acrobatic ability. Raev yawned and rubbed at his eyes while Karl stroked his back. He knew he would have to get up and go to bed soon.
"Let's get you to bed." Karl was sliding out of the booth and offering his hand. Raev took it, more than ready to curl up beside the dark haired Swede and sleep.
