Moments

Even's Hands

Summary: Because they're Isak's new obsession

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There's a lot that Isak really lo...likes...about Even, but his hands have to be near the top of the list. His fingers are long and slender, strong too. And he knows how to use them. Very well, and in so many ways. But hands? Of all things, it's Even's hands make goosebumps race across Isak's skin without fail? He's such a weirdo.

ISAK: W-what's that you're doing with your finger?

EVEN: You don't like it?

ISAK: I didn't say that.

The first time Even touched him, it was shoulder to shoulder. A nudge on a bench that said 'let me bail you out of this awkward situation with this chick.' Isak had been so fucking grateful, even if it hadn't worked. Emma wedged herself into their "group" and the duo became a trio. They'd sat in silence for a while in the still of the night. He'd watched Emma and Even pass a dwindling blunt back and forth, and that was the first time Isak noticed Even's hands. He remembers thinking how sexy they were. How odd.

EVEN: You're so beautifully responsive, did you know that? I've never...it's never been like this for me. Not ever.

ISAK: Good. Don't stop.

The next time Even touched him, it was on the shoulder. Long fingers gave his rotator cuff a squeeze while Emma, ever-present Emma, sat between them. Isak felt the warmth in that simple touch from his neon-painted cheeks all the way down to his toes, and would have given anything to keep that hand there just a little longer. But what would have been the use? Even had a girlfriend, and said girlfriend was waving to him from across the room at that very moment. 'Hei, Even's pretty, blonde girlfriend who probably has those hands on her all the damn time and is very much a girl.'

ISAK: Pull harder.

EVEN: [chuckles] As you wish...

ISAK: Perv. I got it. Do you want to get glasses, or should we just drink out of the bottle?

The next time Even touched him was cheek to cheek, their lips so close Isak almost forgot how to breathe.

EVEN: [hums with contentment] Your hair is so damn soft. How do you manage it?

ISAK: Most of the shit in the bathroom is mine.

EVEN: I knew it, you do care about your hair.

ISAK: Shut up.

Then they went swimming in not-even-remotely-Even's-aunt's pool. Even's hands were on his face. In his hair. On the small of his back, pulling him closer. Isak thought he might drown, even when they were finally warm and dry in the comfort of his room. Those hands had drawn circles on his back, traced fingertips across his eyelids, his cheeks, and his lips while Isak shivered and sighed and basked in the glow of having Even exactly where he wanted him.

EVEN: Don't move.

ISAK: How much longer?

EVEN: I'm almost done. Once I get the general shape, I can fill in the details.

ISAK: I feel riduculous.

EVEN: You look amazing.

The first time Even took Isak's hand in his was in the locker room. Their fingers wove together like they were always meant to do just that. They fit. Isak didn't know how else to explain it. And when Even departed with a kiss, trailing his thumb across his cheek, Isak really did forget to breathe.

ISAK: [shivers] Not here.

EVEN: No one can see us, it's dark and everyone is watching the film.

ISAK: O-okay.

Even has no problem with PDA. Isak isn't quite there yet. He's fine when they're with his roommates in the Kollektivet, or with friends at a party. It's not like it's a secret. Everyone at school knows, as do both sets of parents, but it still makes Isak feel exposed when they're out and about. Even is ridiculously understanding, but every once in a while, he'll slip his hand into Isak's. Isak never wants to let go, but he always does.

EVEN: I get it, really I do.

ISAK: You shouldn't be so cool about it.

EVEN: [frowning] You think I'd force you to do something you're not ready to do?

ISAK: What if I'm never ready.

EVEN: It's not a dealbreaker, baby.

ISAK: I'm not ashamed.

EVEN: [nods] I know.

ISAK: It's...

EVEN: You feel like the spotlight is on you, and you don't want the attention.

ISAK: Yeah, I don't want people judging me.

EVEN: People are always judging you, and me, and everyone else. It's what we do. The trick is not to let it bother you. And to remember that most people are not assholes, most people are cool.

The smile Even gives him is full of patience and understanding that Isak doesn't feel he deserves. Because he lo...likes...Even so much, and he likes being with Even. He likes the fact that people know they're together. And he really likes it when Even touches him with...

ISAK: I love your hands.

EVEN: [sucks in a quick breath before gifting Isak with the most incredible smile] Yeah?

ISAK: [exhales] Yeah, like...they're...so perfect.

EVEN: [grins] Keep going.

ISAK: They make me feel wanted...

EVEN: You are.

ISAK: ...like I'm worth wanting.

EVEN: You so are, c'mere. [pulls Isak in and cradles his face in those glorious hands]

ISAK: [covers Even's hands with his own as their eyes meet] Even?

EVEN: Yes?

ISAK: [blinks] I...I think I...

ESKILD: [bursts through the door] Hey, Isak? Awww, you two are too cute. You give the rest of us hope, you know? Isak, can I borrow your green bomber jacket? I have to go to this party, and the theme-

ISAK: Eskild!

ESKILD: [shrugs] What? Your door was open.

EVEN: Actually, it was closed.

ESKILD: [tsks] But not locked. If you wanted privacy, you should have locked it. Wait. Was this a moment? Oh! Did I interrupt a moment? Carry on.

ISAK: Eskild!