Even elsker

Even loves when Isak sleeps next to him, nuzzling his nose into his shoulder. When he can hear the measured breathing of the younger one and feel the warmth of his body near him. Even loves to wake up before Isak and think that in some parallel universe there is an Isak who wakes up before Even. He sits, leaning on a pillow, runs a pencil over a piece of paper taken from the table, and does not want to go anywhere at all, leaving a drawing as a farewell. Even loves to cook breakfast. Cooking for a long time and a lot of things to please his boy. He loves it when his boyfriend sneaks up quietly from behind and hugs him. “Good morning,” Isak whispers and reaches out to kiss Even. And he is not shy about strangers in the kitchen, even if he prefers not to feel someone else’s presence at such moments. Even loves to look at the sleepy Isak, who rubs his eyes and smiles sweetly, noticing that his beloved is still with him. The elder himself begins to smile when he sees this picture. Even loves to pull Isak out of bed, who resists in every possible way, wanting to lie down longer. But soon he lies down on the bed next to the younger one, hugs him and realizes that he has never been so happy before. Even loves to help Isak choose a shirt and tie his scarf around his neck; loves to listen to the curly man’s dissatisfied grumbling when he tries to put his hat on his head. This amuses him. He feels responsible; he likes it. Even loves to take Isak’s hand when they walk down the street. He sees Waltersen lowering his eyes and trying to speed up his pace, when some probably very stupid guys whistle in their direction and turn around, laughing at the same time. Then Even pulls Isak towards him and hugs him tightly, trying with this gesture to make it clear that there is no need to pay attention to such people. “I love you,” he whispers to the younger one, and he just exhales with relief and smiles, hugging him tighter. And then they walk like this, hugging each other. Even loves to drink coffee with Isak. Watch how the blond guy wrinkles his nose when, after taking one sip, he realizes that the coffee is still too hot. How he then blows on the drink, trying to cool it down. And then he gives up this idea, moves closer to Even and buries his nose in his neck. And after half an hour of quiet conversations and light kisses, both realize that the coffee has long cooled down. Even loves watching movies with Isak. Loves it when the younger one scolds the microwave for overcooking their popcorn a little when he is the first to crawl under the warm blanket, leaving room for the older one. Even loves it when Isak’s head rests on his shoulder. When he has the opportunity to run his long fingers through his white curls, inhale the sweet aroma of cherry shampoo and hear quiet giggles when some funny scene is shown on the screen. Even loves to pull Isak out from under the warm blanket again, where a few minutes ago they were kissing and were the happiest, so that he could help him prepare dinner. He loves when the younger one argues with Eskil, tries to prove something to him even when he is wrong. And then Naysheim pulls his boy towards him, turns him around to face him and sits him on the table, kissing him; this always helped to calm Waltersen and get Eskil out of the kitchen. And then they get back to cooking. Even loves to feed Isak. And even when he doesn’t want to and grumbles that he himself can cope with such an easy task. But Even likes it. He likes that he can take care of his youngest and make even such an ordinary activity as eating something intimate. Even loves to take Isak into the bedroom, give him the most passionate, but at the same time tender kisses, mark his pale skin and make him moan with pleasure that only an elder can give him. Even loves watching Isak fall asleep. How she kisses him for the last time today, still trying to listen and tell him something; how his eyelids get heavier with every second, and he gradually passes out. Even loves falling asleep next to Isak, feeling his hand on his stomach and hearing his measured breathing. Even loves to fall asleep and understand that tomorrow he will wake up again with the most wonderful person on this planet, for whom he is ready to give his life.