There is literally no point in sending these on anon, i think we've well established how much of a first kiss/time simp i am
❛ come back to bed. ❜ + ❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜
And I will gladly write all the first kisses for you!
The giggling could be heard all along the hallway, but Aleksi and Olli didn’t care if they woke any hotel guests with their giddiness.
They only had eyes and ears for each other, all senses sharpened to analyze every signal the other one was giving them, and so far, everything hinted towards one thing. Which had made them leave the after-show party in the first place, leaving all their friends behind and retiring to their hotel room earlier than was planned.
Or rather Aleksi’s hotel room, but one bed would be enough for what they were so excitedly walking along the floor hand in hand.
Olli was still laughing, cheeks red, when Aleksi held the keycard to his door, quickly opening it and shutting it behind them with a loud thud, still not giving a care who was noticing them. All his attention was on Olli, and once they were alone, he couldn’t resist kissing those damn lips, still red and wet from the cocktail Olli had abandoned in the bar.
Blindly he slapped the wall behind him until he hit the light switch, pleased to be able to see Olli fully now. And what a sight he was; Aleksi couldn’t get enough, letting his eyes roam freely.
Nor was kissing alone the reason for their abrupt departing.
Aleksi couldn’t even talk despite the need to tell Olli how hot he looked, could only show with his hands how desperately he needed his shirt out of the way. His lips were occupied soon after anyways. Merely noises of satisfaction were leaving his mouth, just enough air flowing back into him to not pass out when Olli attacked his lips again, shoving him against the wall after he got rid of the shirt.
He would have cursed if he still had half of his mind left to form any words, but everything was just chanting to touch Olli, trace his ribs, feel for the hair on his chest and happy trail, the stubble on his chin that was so wonderfully rubbing against his mouth from time to time, and wandering lower until he had his hand full of Olli’s delightful ass.
It had been in Aleksi’s view all concert long and finally, finally he could touch.
Olli was smiling against his mouth, and Aleksi had to join him, his chest and stomach both fluttering. If it was his heart that had suddenly grown a twin in his tummy, or if he was being consumed by butterflies, he didn’t know, but likewise he felt feather-light.
Taking one of Olli’s hands that had found a place on Aleksi’s hip, fingers deliciously leaving red imprints, he pulled him along to the bed. Not because he was so desperate, but it was definitely more comfortable and he wanted to ravage Olli, turning him unwilling to leave the bed before it was morning and the sun woke them up.
Somehow, and honestly Aleksi really couldn’t recall how, he lost his shirt on their way, but he would gladly walk around without one forever if he could experience the feeling of Olli’s soft skin against his.
They had fallen on top of each other, neither sure which arm and leg belonged to whom, but also not caring as long as they were pressed together, busy exploring and discovering new spots of pleasure.
In a short break their eyes found each other, Aleksi’s hand caressing Olli’s cheek while he was smiling fondly, hardly believing this was actually happening and not just one of his dreams.
While he was gazing into Olli’s face with all the love that was currently pouring out of him, he could feel Olli’s body tensing. He couldn’t think about it any further as Olli’s expression melted away from joy and there was only frightful surprise left in his eyes. And before Aleksi could ask, Olli was already jumping up from the bed, creating a safe distance between them.
At once there was only confusion and worry in Aleksi. “Hey, what is going on? Talk to me.” He said softly, seeing as Olli was standing there scared like a deer in headlights.
In a rush of words he received an answer. “I’ve never done something like this before.” Olli sounded distraught and ready to tear his hair out. The curls not only messy because of Aleksi running his hands through them but because Olli chose them for a nervous outlet.
“What, making out with a man?” Aleksi doubted it and laughed shortly.
His comment was supposed to elicit a similar reaction in Olli, but his friend continued to avoid his eyes, arms shielding his naked chest.
“No. Kissing a friend, and- and it being serious. You know how close Joonas and I are, but that’s just fun, there’s nothing that could hurt our friendship with what we do. But…you and I- that’s not just silly flirting.”
Ah, there was the problem that turned the wheels in Olli’s head.
Aleksi held out his hand to beckon Olli closer. “Come back to bed. Come on.” He added with more urgency and patted the space next to him. He was leaning against the headboard, having sat up so he could see Olli properly where he was tripping through the hotel room with all their stuff laying around. There hadn’t exactly been time tidying up.
Carefully Olli took the invitation and sat down next to Aleksi, shuffling around until his legs were under the blanket.
“Sorry for freaking out.” Olli apologized and let out a big sigh.
“You don’t have to apologize for that. Whatever stresses you out, I would like to know. So I can help.” Aleksi dared to strengthen his hold on Olli’s hand, getting closer so he could pull Olli’s head on his shoulder and kiss his forehead.
That seemed to take the tension away and Olli melted against him, eyes dropping low. “I was just- I was enjoying it!” Olli looked at him with big eyes and Aleksi could see nothing but honesty, and it would have surprised him if anything of what had previously been happening was just acting. “But then I had to start thinking, like an idiot. I mean- there’s this gorgeous half-naked man lying on the bed, ready to have sex with me, and I get all hysterical.” Even Olli had to laugh at that, face-palming and ending off in a groan.
Smiling at Olli’s own amusement, Aleksi could only feel sympathy.
“The gorgeous half-naked man is still lying on the bed, just saying.” Aleksi quoted him back, and this time hitting right with his joke, his heart doing a somersault at the receiving laugh. “But don’t worry, if you’re not ready, there doesn’t have to be anything happening tonight.”
And he meant it. For him it wasn’t a one-night stand, there was more to it, way more.
Olli sighed again, seriousness returning. “Yeah, I guess I ruined the mood for tonight. I thought I was ready, but...”
“We should have talked a bit more beforehand?” Aleksi finished the sentence.
“Yeah. If you don’t mind? I’m up for cuddling…”
“Olli.” Aleksi took Olli’s chin and forced him to look at him because what he was about to say was important and he needed Olli to understand. “I’m up for anything. For cuddling, for talking, for taking you out on a date, for sharing the stage with you for another ten years, for watching Lord of the Rings with you another five times. And sex, yes, but the other things are just as important to me.”
The gentle kiss he received in turn was a good enough answer for him.
Smiling back contently, Aleksi put the blanket over them both and grabbed the remote. “Okay then, let’s see which crazy documentary we can find at three am in the morning, and I will show you what a great cuddler I am.”
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