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A couple months had passed since Tommy had gathered his courage and suggested that Määnin move in to live with him. For how wrecked his nerves had been to even bring it up, he had, in the end, eased into that living situation very quickly. And so had Määnin. The two of them had spent most of their time together, anyway. It hadn't taken very long until they'd started stealing each other's clothes and using them without saying anything about it beforehand. The only couple exceptions to the unwritten practice came from Tommy's side; his cap, denim jacket and jeans were off limits, even to Määnin. Everything else was free game. And of course they could have always just asked to borrow something but they simply preferred not to.
On one ordinary Saturday Tommy was in their bedroom after taking a shower and Määnin simply walked in just as he was getting dressed. Immediately Määnin took notice of the pants Tommy was wearing. The familiar light grey fleece pants which were Määnin's. They sat tighter on Tommy than they ever did on Määnin himself, accentuating his thighs nicely and were especially snug around his hips. A little bit of his shirt had been haphazardly tucked in the pants, probably not on purpose. Määnin whistled, approving of the view in front of him. He also quite liked the thought of Tommy wearing his clothes.
The quiet whistle pulled Tommy out of whatever he'd been thinking about. As he turned around, his eyes soon came to a halt, and Määnin knew why. He was wearing one of Tommy's Vörjeans t-shirts, the same one that Tommy had once dropped some mustard on one afternoon and never properly got the stain out. He'd even had to swallow his pride and call Freppa to ask him for help. Määnin still remembered the way Tommy had cursed under his breath as he'd reached for the napkins Määnin had pushed closer to him. That shirt had been retired to only at home use after that day. It was one of the things Määnin at times thought back on. A prime example of Tommy being a natural disaster. But the best possible kind.
"Mään, you're staring.."
Tommy eventually mumbled, completely forgetting about the fact that he was standing there like an idiot, also unable to do anything but stare.
"Maybe it's because I like what I see.. And, in case you didn't notice.. You're also staring,"
Määnin commented with a suggestive smirk.
They looked at each other for a while, the air in the room getting more charged as seconds ticked by. Finally, Tommy started to back away, unable to get his eyes off of Määnin. He stumbled and fell backwards with a sharp gasp, thankfully landing on the bed. As he'd taken steps back, Määnin had responded by approaching him. He took a step forward as Tommy took a step back. As Tommy's back touched the bed, his cap fell off, landing somewhere near the pillows. Määnin wasted no time getting on the bed with him. This made Tommy swallow nervously and attempt to back away even further until his back met the headrest. He was trapped with no real need or will to get out of the situation.
"You look really hot.."
he heard Määnin say in a low growl-like voice that was more than enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. And then, as Määnin was on top of him, he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against Tommy's. Määnin's knee momentarily brushed against Tommy's crotch. Whether it was done by accident or on purpose, a reflexive, surprised moan caused by the subtle, teasing friction left his mouth and got stifled by Määnin's lips. And suddenly Tommy was aware of everything, starting with how his breath hitched as Määnin placed one of his hands on Tommy's chest and the other on his arm, the calloused fingers brushing his exposed skin, sending tingles through his body. His heart started beating faster and there was nothing he could do to keep his face from turning red. Määnin's own heart was following the beat of tom-to-tom-to-tom-tom.
"You're.. wearing.."
Those were the only words Tommy was able to get out of his stuttering mouth as his hand reached up and brushed against the fabric. There was something.. something about Määnin wearing a shirt Tommy had also worn once upon a time.
"Relax.."
Määnin murmured as he picked up on how tense Tommy suddenly was. Then he glanced, from behind the safety of his shades, down at Tommy's crotch again, and grinned.
"Does this turn you on, Toms?"
And they hadn't really even done anything other than kiss once. And, well, Määnin did tease him, of course.
"Let me take care of you.."