Gimmick Game: Chapter 1 Dirty Fingers
I'm telling you all, this fic is already up in my AO3 account, but I completely forgot to put it here, lol. That's why I'm churning out all the Gimmick Game chapters.
This just means I won't be posting anymore chapters (unless I get some wild idea for another oneshot, but I highly doubt that. Lol) until I get part 2 done. So anyway! Here's chapter 1!
P.S. I'm not gonna lie. I was blushing the entire time I wrote it. Read away and find out why! HAHAHA
Notes: Hansa Lettol is a famous beer brand in Norway
Hornindalsvatnet is the second deepest lake in Norway
Va Pensiero=Chorus of the Hebrew slaves. It's the Third Act from the opera Nabucco
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I wonder why only I can see how filthy your fingers are
So please don’t caress my body with those dirty fingers.
“Don’t--not here, Mathias. My brother will be here soon.” he allowed a small moan to escape as the Dane slid his hand under the Icelander’s blue striped shirt, tweaking one erect nipple with his finger. Mathias simply hummed in defiance.
“I’m not kidding, stop it already.”
“Hmmm. Nope.” He removed his hands from underneath the shirt and grabbing the bottom of the shirt, pulled it upwards, revealing the pearly white well-chiseled chest of the man beneath him. He started peppering his belly with kisses, giving attention to both nipples with the use of his hand. Mathias felt something poke at his lower region. He smirked, lifting a little bit of his weight off Emil. “Besides, do you seriously wanna stop with this, babe?” With his right hand, he tweaked one of the younger man’s nipple while his left traveled downwards, pulling down the undergarment that hid the aching erection and took it in his palm caressing it gently. Emil tried to control the moans of pleasure slowly escaping his lips. He placed his hands on Mathias’ shoulders trying to push him away.
“Seriously...stop...ugh...”
Mathias ceased playing with his nipples and looked up to him, a frown on his face. “Come on, what’s the big deal?”
“My brother is coming back! We can’t let him see us like this!”
Mathias glanced at the clock. Instead climbing off of him however, he slid downwards and took Emil’s erection in his mouth. Emil let out a loud moan.
“Stupid!”
“Don’t worry. Lukas said he’ll be home late. So...” he said between sucks and licks. He removed his mouth from the dripping member and grabbed the lube in the drawer and sprinkled a generous amount in his hands.“…we have all the time in the world.” Mathias hurriedly took off the rest of his clothing. The soft sound of his belt hit the floor, along with the rustle of his pants. Emil squirmed in his position, trying to pry himself from the Dane’s hold. No matter what he did, Mathias never listened and always let his lust get in the way.
“But the door--mmph!” Mathias cut him off with a kiss as he slipped in two digits easily, earning a moan from the Icelander’s sweet lips while he scissored him slowly. Emil’s erection throbbed, but as his hand moved to help Mathias give him some release, the latter stopped him and pinned him to the bed. “No can do, babe.”
Emil looked at him with disbelief and a hint of annoyance before finally giving in. Mathias felt the other one relax and let go of him, his hands leaving a mark on Emil’s wrist. He leaned down on him and peppered Emil’s neck with kisses before whispering in his ear.
“This’ll be over in a bit. Relax.”
Before Emil could retort, he was silenced by a kiss followed by a violent thrust at his bottom as he felt himself get filled up by the Dane. Mathias released his lips and let the sweet moans of pleasure escape the Icelander’s lips.
The sheets shifted underneath them as their movements, filled with lust and longing hastened and their kisses deeper and deeper. The smell of sweat and sex along with their gasps and groans filled the room completely, seeping into the small cracks on the walls and out of the four corners of the bedroom.
Outside, the main door was shut. But another set of keys on the counter suggested someone had entered just a while ago and had heard the sounds coming from the second floor bedroom. He had thought of going up there and stopping them, but instead went for the fridge and grabbed a can of beer and took it down in one gulp.
He stood by the bar counter for a while, savoring the bitter metallic taste of the Hansa Lettol. The aroma of the beer had not been enough to douse the disgusting of smell now surrounding the room but it gave him enough sting to silence the clenching pain starting to build up again.
He held onto the beer can and decided against throwing it into their trashcan. He couldn’t leave any evidences that he had been here and Mathias would never notice one less can from the beer stock so instead he would throw it outside on his way to wherever. Maybe he should stay at the library or go to the bar Tino had recommended a few days ago.
He retrieved his keys and the things he had with him when he entered and quietly went out the door, leaving his brother and his lover to dive deeper into their lust.
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It ended after quite a lot of rounds. The room had been in a mess, like a tornado had swept through. White blotches of semen had splattered in random places across the wall, on their clothes and on some of the things that were present to witness the lovemaking affair. There were items on the floor that looked more than it had participated in something other than being witnesses. It took a good while for them to clean up. The bathroom was no less different. A few minutes after getting into the tub, Mathias and Emil were at it again like rabbits in heat. It was no surprise that when they got out, Emil was sore at the bottom and the sun had already set. In its place, the bright taciturn moon hung in the middle of the sky surrounded by thousands of stars unmasked by the absence of clouds.
Downstairs was empty and there were no signs of anyone who came in and came out. Both internally let out a sigh of relief. Emil asked if he could grab a can of Hansa Lettol from the fridge. Mathias told him to indulge.
While Emil went to get beer for them both, Mathias sat on the white couch of the wide living room area of their condo apartment. He glanced at the clock and wondered where Lukas could have gone. It was way past 7. He said he would be back by this time.
He took out his phone to check for new messages.
Not even a single call.
Normally, he would’ve called or at least left a text. Not even a single memo to be found. But the place seemed to be empty and devoid of people when they left the bedroom. As he pondered upon calling Lukas, Emil called out from the kitchen.
“Aren’t you missing one can of beer in here?”
Just as Emil had ended his sentence, the hinges of the door creaked as the door swung open to reveal Lukas who had just arrived home.
“I’m back.”
Mathias felt his heart leap from his rib cage as the soft voice of the Norwegian rang in his ears, and invade his inner being, sending shivers down his spine. For a while he lost the ability to talk.
This just means I won't be posting anymore chapters (unless I get some wild idea for another oneshot, but I highly doubt that. Lol) until I get part 2 done. So anyway! Here's chapter 1!
P.S. I'm not gonna lie. I was blushing the entire time I wrote it. Read away and find out why! HAHAHA
Notes: Hansa Lettol is a famous beer brand in Norway
Hornindalsvatnet is the second deepest lake in Norway
Va Pensiero=Chorus of the Hebrew slaves. It's the Third Act from the opera Nabucco
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I wonder why only I can see how filthy your fingers are
So please don’t caress my body with those dirty fingers.
“Don’t--not here, Mathias. My brother will be here soon.” he allowed a small moan to escape as the Dane slid his hand under the Icelander’s blue striped shirt, tweaking one erect nipple with his finger. Mathias simply hummed in defiance.
“I’m not kidding, stop it already.”
“Hmmm. Nope.” He removed his hands from underneath the shirt and grabbing the bottom of the shirt, pulled it upwards, revealing the pearly white well-chiseled chest of the man beneath him. He started peppering his belly with kisses, giving attention to both nipples with the use of his hand. Mathias felt something poke at his lower region. He smirked, lifting a little bit of his weight off Emil. “Besides, do you seriously wanna stop with this, babe?” With his right hand, he tweaked one of the younger man’s nipple while his left traveled downwards, pulling down the undergarment that hid the aching erection and took it in his palm caressing it gently. Emil tried to control the moans of pleasure slowly escaping his lips. He placed his hands on Mathias’ shoulders trying to push him away.
“Seriously...stop...ugh...”
Mathias ceased playing with his nipples and looked up to him, a frown on his face. “Come on, what’s the big deal?”
“My brother is coming back! We can’t let him see us like this!”
Mathias glanced at the clock. Instead climbing off of him however, he slid downwards and took Emil’s erection in his mouth. Emil let out a loud moan.
“Stupid!”
“Don’t worry. Lukas said he’ll be home late. So...” he said between sucks and licks. He removed his mouth from the dripping member and grabbed the lube in the drawer and sprinkled a generous amount in his hands.“…we have all the time in the world.” Mathias hurriedly took off the rest of his clothing. The soft sound of his belt hit the floor, along with the rustle of his pants. Emil squirmed in his position, trying to pry himself from the Dane’s hold. No matter what he did, Mathias never listened and always let his lust get in the way.
“But the door--mmph!” Mathias cut him off with a kiss as he slipped in two digits easily, earning a moan from the Icelander’s sweet lips while he scissored him slowly. Emil’s erection throbbed, but as his hand moved to help Mathias give him some release, the latter stopped him and pinned him to the bed. “No can do, babe.”
Emil looked at him with disbelief and a hint of annoyance before finally giving in. Mathias felt the other one relax and let go of him, his hands leaving a mark on Emil’s wrist. He leaned down on him and peppered Emil’s neck with kisses before whispering in his ear.
“This’ll be over in a bit. Relax.”
Before Emil could retort, he was silenced by a kiss followed by a violent thrust at his bottom as he felt himself get filled up by the Dane. Mathias released his lips and let the sweet moans of pleasure escape the Icelander’s lips.
The sheets shifted underneath them as their movements, filled with lust and longing hastened and their kisses deeper and deeper. The smell of sweat and sex along with their gasps and groans filled the room completely, seeping into the small cracks on the walls and out of the four corners of the bedroom.
Outside, the main door was shut. But another set of keys on the counter suggested someone had entered just a while ago and had heard the sounds coming from the second floor bedroom. He had thought of going up there and stopping them, but instead went for the fridge and grabbed a can of beer and took it down in one gulp.
He stood by the bar counter for a while, savoring the bitter metallic taste of the Hansa Lettol. The aroma of the beer had not been enough to douse the disgusting of smell now surrounding the room but it gave him enough sting to silence the clenching pain starting to build up again.
He held onto the beer can and decided against throwing it into their trashcan. He couldn’t leave any evidences that he had been here and Mathias would never notice one less can from the beer stock so instead he would throw it outside on his way to wherever. Maybe he should stay at the library or go to the bar Tino had recommended a few days ago.
He retrieved his keys and the things he had with him when he entered and quietly went out the door, leaving his brother and his lover to dive deeper into their lust.
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It ended after quite a lot of rounds. The room had been in a mess, like a tornado had swept through. White blotches of semen had splattered in random places across the wall, on their clothes and on some of the things that were present to witness the lovemaking affair. There were items on the floor that looked more than it had participated in something other than being witnesses. It took a good while for them to clean up. The bathroom was no less different. A few minutes after getting into the tub, Mathias and Emil were at it again like rabbits in heat. It was no surprise that when they got out, Emil was sore at the bottom and the sun had already set. In its place, the bright taciturn moon hung in the middle of the sky surrounded by thousands of stars unmasked by the absence of clouds.
Downstairs was empty and there were no signs of anyone who came in and came out. Both internally let out a sigh of relief. Emil asked if he could grab a can of Hansa Lettol from the fridge. Mathias told him to indulge.
While Emil went to get beer for them both, Mathias sat on the white couch of the wide living room area of their condo apartment. He glanced at the clock and wondered where Lukas could have gone. It was way past 7. He said he would be back by this time.
He took out his phone to check for new messages.
Not even a single call.
Normally, he would’ve called or at least left a text. Not even a single memo to be found. But the place seemed to be empty and devoid of people when they left the bedroom. As he pondered upon calling Lukas, Emil called out from the kitchen.
“Aren’t you missing one can of beer in here?”
Just as Emil had ended his sentence, the hinges of the door creaked as the door swung open to reveal Lukas who had just arrived home.
“I’m back.”
Mathias felt his heart leap from his rib cage as the soft voice of the Norwegian rang in his ears, and invade his inner being, sending shivers down his spine. For a while he lost the ability to talk.