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It has been a few weeks since Calle started to notice... that. He wasn’t usually the brightest one in the room, it always took him longer to notice things, most of the times it was Magnus, who came and was like „Hey, Calle, don’t you think there is something happenin'?“ and then Calle connected two and two and was usually like „Yes, now you are saying it, I think something is happening.“, so it was kinda surprising, when he realized he was the only one who noticed.
There were just small things. Long looks, unnecessary touches, double-meaning words, that all was after all those years normal, but somehow now the were more intensive than before. Long looks were deeper, unnecessary touches lasted longer, every word meant something more and everything they did was more… sexual? Could he use sexual, when he was talking about them? Yes, he could. Yes, something was definitely happening between those two.
But, they were brothers, right? Something was always happening between them. They were probably just planning some evil prank and all that sexual tension, mischievous smiles, deep looks and touches were involved in it. At this point Calle started to think, that it must be really weird prank, maybe some pornstars or hookers containing. Shortly, something strange was in the air.
That... reminded Calle of something. What was it… some kind of song or other crap? He couldn’t remember and it was just the day, when he walked without knocking into Vegards‘ office and found there heavy breathing, blushing Bård and Vegard as well. He just grinned.
„Were you two running or something?“ he chuckled. Bård smiled shyly back.
„Yeah, or something.“ And threw another look on Vegard. It left Calle confused. Now he really needed to know what the hell is happening.
„Are you two okay? You keep acting really weird lately.“ He never was someone who hid anything, he just put it on table as it was. And was he just imagining it right now or Vegard looked terrified for second? But why? He heard deep breath comming from Vegard.
„We are… we are alright. Nothing is happening.“ His voice was uneven. Something was definitely happening. Bård smiled again and then came that deep long longing look he gave to Vegard and it was full of something Calle didn’t recognize but that was so familiar. After he discussed with them the matter he came for originally, he suddenly remembered what word was used in that stupid song. Love. Love is in the air.
He was furious, because once he remembered that one stupid word, the whole song just showed up in his mind out of nowhere, so all day he kept humming it and every time he realized he was doing it again, short “Fuck!” followed with at least ten minutes of absolute concentration to not hum it again and failing.
“… love is in the air, nananananana, love is in the air, nananan,… fuck!” He hissed and it was just for about tenth fucking time. Magnus, who heard him, chuckled.
“What, man, don’t tell me you’re in love again, or I’ll call Kaja and tell on you.” He mused. Calle threw angry look at him. He really regretted the day he introduced Kaja to Magnus, they got on weirdly well.
“No, no way, man, it’s just because of those two fucking idiots…” he sighed.
“Those two fucking idiots what? Did they do something? Again?” Magnus seemed to be curious.
“No, no, it’s nothing, I just… don’t you think something is happening between those two? Don’t they seem different to you?” While he was talking he thought about it himself. Different. How different they seemed to him? Not much… just somehow closer than before. Magnus thought about it for a second, then he shook his head.
“No, I don’t think so. They are probably just about to prank someone. Hopefully not me.” In sorta paranoid move he looked around himself to ensure nothing's wrong. Calle nodded.
“Yeah, you’re probably alright. I’m just imagining something” He said and hoped it was true. Even if he knew it’s not, he now knew Magnus didn’t notice. So what was happening that he was the only one who noticed?
They had an early morning meeting that day. The crew needed to discuss ideas about the show and another sketches they were about to do, but Calle was that morning weirdly silent and distracted. Distracted by those two. It wasn’t like he couldn’t sleep because of them, usually every time he left the building they dissappeared from his mind, but when he was at work he had to think about it constantly, since it was happening right in front of his eyes. But what. Was. Happening.
And then all of sudden it was here. The middle of meeting and Bård somehow looked on Vegard with something so familiar in his eyes, again, and Vegard chuckled and smirked and suddenly Calle knew exactly what was happening between those two. Except he didn’t know how to react to this sudden realization, so his proper reaction was loud “HOLY-HOLY SHIT.” with sight fixed on them, then he covered his eyes with hands and turned on his wheelchair away while breathing heavy. The whole meeting room just quieted in mere second, every sight aimed at Calle. It took about minute before someone took courage to ask what’s wrong while Calle was repeating silent “holy shit, holy shit, holy motherfucking shit”. It was Magnus, of course.
“Calle, what’s happening, what’s wrong, are you okay?” he asked worriedly. Calle took down hands from his eyes and slowly turned back. Whole meeting room was watching him, of course, Bård and Vegard also with worry in their eyes. Calle threw furious look at them and it took just a second before Vegards’ eyes widened in horror. He was always the smart one. He understood and Calle just watched him how he whispered it to Bård.
“What’s wrong, Calle, tell us, please.” Magnus reminded his presence to Calle and that he had something to explain. Calle deeply breathed. He met Bards’ eyes and there was silent request. Of course, he couldn’t tell anyone, but what was he supposed to say now?
“I…” he inhaled. “I just remembered… that I left iron on at home.” His voice was shaking and it ranged in heights.
“What?!” Magnus seemed to be confused and didn’t understand a thing. He heard someone silently laughing in the left part of room.
“I left my iron on at home, okay? I know it's on and I need to go home now to turn it off!” he was lightly screaming and saw Bard giggle. That bastard. Magnus rolled his eyes and probably – surely – thought that Calle is idiot. He saw that word written in his face.
“Calle, you’re just paranoid, everyone's got that feeling sometimes, someone thinks they forgot to lock the door or forgot to turn off iron. I’m sure your iron and flat are okay. You are not going anywhere, we’re in the middle of the meeting!” He sounded convincingly. Calle sighed.
“Can I… at least… go outside for a five minutes to call Doris?” He stood up and slowly moved towards the door. ”Doris, my neighbour, nice woman, from Spain, she came here to live better life, she has keys from my flat because she sometimes waters my flowers when I’m not home and stop asking me about her, she's not made up at all!” He rushed from that room and slammed the door while he was leaving. He took a deep breath. There was a balcony across the hall and he really needed some air.
It took only about two minutes before he heard slow closing of the doors of the meeting room. He didn’t even have to look who’s coming. He knew it would be Bård or Vegard.
It was Bård. He looked almost devastated and Calle almost wanted to hug him. Almost. Right now he was little bit angry. Because of situation he got himself into. It was clear that no one could know about them. It was forbidden. Or at least society didn’t want to accept it. But somehow it didn’t seem wrong to Calle. Not in the way it should be. They were two guys and they were also very close and loved each other. Wasn’t this just another form how to prove it? Okay, it was weird as fuck but who was he to judge.
He was very surprised of himself. He never thought about this, there never was a reason, but somehow he expected himself to react differently. To be more angry, to be disgusted, to be outraged, but nothing like that came. It was just like the part of him already accepted it. God, that fresh air really helped.
Bård still didn’t say a thing. He was just studying Calle from profile, while he was looking in the distance and rethinking steps he will have to make.
“Calle, are you… are you okay?” he finally spoke and Calle turned his look at him. It clearly wasn’t question if Calle was okay, but if he was okay about them. Bård seemed to be almost crying. He looked at Calle with expectation and resignation, like he was waiting for Calle to judge him, to scream at him, to tell everyone. Another thing that made Calle little bit angry and maybe hurt as well. Did Bård really think that Calle was like that? That he would want to hurt him, to destroy him? But it also amused him a little bit, how Bård looked all hurt and sad when nothing in fact was happening. He started to chuckle, then laugh and Bård went from looking on a verge of crying to looking confused as fuck and that made Calle laugh even more.
When he stopped, he just simply hugged Bård. “Yes, I think I’ll be okay. But will you be okay?” But in fact he was asking if those two will be okay.
Bård smiled. “Always.” I love him written in his eyes. How sweet. Calle punched him in the arm and Bård groaned. “What was that for?”
“You were getting all romantic and girlish.” Calle smirked and he slowly walked back towards the door of the meeting room. He heard Bårds‘ steps following him. While they entered the room, everyone quieted and turned their expectant looks at Calle. He calmly sat back on his wheelchair with whole room staring at him and Magnus clearly expecting some answer to his previous tantrum.
Calle just made himself comfortable and connected his fingers on his stomach. He overlooked whole room, he especially got interested in the last window and also that painting on the wall of Brooklyn Bridge was really interesting. He watched Bård how he sat down next to Vegard and whispered to him something that made him smile. He thanked Calle with his look. How sweet. He really wanted to kick him right now. Maybe later.
“So?” Magnus' voice sounded impatiently and Calle looked at him and smiled inquiringly. “How the call to Doris went?”
Calle was confused for second. “Doris? Who’s-Yes, of course! Doris, of course, well, I remembered that I actually don’t have any iron at home.”
The silence in the room was now stunned one, until Bård started to uncontrollably laugh. The word asshole was written all over the Magnus’ face.