Linger On [1c/?)
anonymous
January 1 2011, 11:09:13 UTC
Eduard heads to the bar area. He itches to order a drink but doesn't, eyes scanning around the other patrons. He catches on to a man, tall and overgrown from the crowd similar to himself, and he groans because he knows him and knows what he's like.
The Dutchman spots him too and heads over, patting a hand down on his shoulder. There's no semblance of kindness or joking on his face, he just looks stoic and drugged. Eduard rises to his feet, noting the faintest hint of white powder under the other's nose.
He comes sometimes for business to the city, they meet infrequently, but for some reason Lars doesn't seem keen on being dragged off.
The brunette doesn't even bother speaking, taking him to across the club, past the bodies and sweating young people, to a table on the other end stacked with beer bottles on it.
“Want you to meet my friend,” Lars grumbles, stopping in front of his table. There's a man with honey blonde hair, grinning even with his lips wrapped around a bottle. He has an arm draped over the back of his seat, his red shirt buttoned down and splayed open on his chest to expose just enough. Looking at Eduard, he raises his beer bottle to him in greeting.
“Hej! Name's Nikolaj.”
Eduard hesitates, looking to Lars before being nodded onward. He sits, sliding down close to Nikolaj, and the Dane is more than welcoming. He allows the other to settle in to the crook of his shoulder, and Eduard places his hand, lean with long fingers showing bone, down against the man's inner thigh.
“Woah.” He smells of the beer, Eduard imagines he tastes of it too. He just keeps a friendly-not overbearing, not meek-smile on his lips, leaning in closer. “You're a friendly one, aren't you?” Eduard nods, still wordless, and he notes the nervous flicker of a gaze over to his friend that Nikolaj gives. He must have gotten a nod of approval, because he wraps his arm around Eduard.
“What's your name?”
“Call me whatever you like.”
The Dane is a bit nervous, staring down into his face, there's just something he feels about the other that makes Nikolaj think the teen shouldn't be doing this.
“Your eyes are beautiful. Why do you wear glasses?”
His jaw drops. He pulls away a bit, only for Nikolaj to smile warmly, not letting him get too far. Bowing his head, Eduard thinks, his face tinged red. If only the other knew how many other men had cum on his glasses, he'd probably be breaking them.
“I... need them to see, sir.”
“Nikolaj.”
“...I need them to see, Nikolaj.”
“It's too bad.”
He feels the hand that was on his back slowly creep up to his neck, stroking the back of his hair. Nikolaj twists and plays with the short strands, and the Estonian is afraid. He could get used to this, his hand already starting to relax toward the other man's knee instead of the previously provocative spot. The blonde is clearly a dangerous man.
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“So this is it.”
Eduard looks around. He wonders just how much money the Dane must have, because the room is nice. It's even in a hotel, not the top scale, but a place he's never seen before. There's more than one room even, nothing is broken, nothing is unsettled.
“...Wow.”
He mutters it under his breath. Nikolaj is already taking off his own jacket, throwing it on a chair carelessly. The taller man is drunk, pretty gone in those regards, but he seems cognitively fine, albeit the slight stammer and stumble here and there.
Linger On [1d/?)
anonymous
January 1 2011, 11:10:28 UTC
Even though the Estonian was offered drinks, he took just one, even if he could probably have bested the other man at the game of drink and still been able to stand. His alcoholic genes passed down from his deceased real parents-head on collision, vodka bottle between the two of them--have always gave him security in holding his alcohol.
“Nice, isn't it? I'm here on work.”
“...You sure look like you've been getting a lot of work done.” Eduard comments, removing his jacket and throwing it on top of the Dane's.
“Yeah, yeah, well, we're nearly done here, so...” A vivacious laugh. He's vibrant and boisterous, in the middle of Russia, the place that lacks it the most. Looking at the teenager again, his expression changes as he realizes the other's removing the thin brown sweater, trying not to get his glasses askew as he does.
He's very schooled in the art of getting undressed. Blue eyes are scanning over his body, a bit confused.
“So are you seeing Lars, or do you just work for him?”
“Nah, don't get me wrong, we dated back in higshchool here and there but...” Ivan and Natalia monitor them, always making sure they go to school for just enough days, not a second over, just to have more of a hold on them. “But we didn't really click in the right ways. And I don't work for him, we work for the same company.”
Lars has always been cheap as dirt whenever he's fucked Eduard. Realizing he probably has more cash than he's willing to let go of, he tries just to keep smiling at Nikolaj without letting it bother him too much.
“I see. And did he tell you anything about me?”
“Not.. ...really...”
He starts to pull up his shirt, white skin coming more and more into view, while the Dane stares. But he stops, stepping closer, making the other back up until he's nearly against the bed.
“He didn't say anything?”
“Said you're hot... think he undersold you.”
The 'undersold' makes Eduard chuckle, even if it's a bit morbid. He pushes on the shoulders of the other man, Nikolaj letting out a surprised noise before he falls back onto the bed.
Running a hand through his wildly spiked hair, he's still surprised the meek looking boy seems so bold. It's not that he minds, he definitely doesn't. The teen gets on the bed and straddles his hips, grinning and forwardly pecking his lips.
“Do you think that I am?”
It's easy to rest his arms comfortably against the thin hips. “Fuck yeah.” Eduard's hands curl into his shirt, pushing him down by the shoulders into the comforter.
“You Russians move fast, don't ya?”
Eduard can't resist a small growl. He leans down, his lips grazing against the other man's chin and up to his ear.
“Don't call me that.”
He kissed the skin, licks and nips the ear lobe all while slowly and deliberately grinding at the Dane's groin.
“Wha--” He stops to catch his breath. “What do I call you then... Angel?”
Teasing again, he pulls the teen closer, wanting to feel the lithe frame on top of his own. Eduard feels like he's going to regret this, he's acting aggressive and needy just because nobody ever tells him these things. It's always lewd remarks, lewd compliments, lewd behaviors. The Dane's slowly acquainting himself with Eduard's body, hands having no problem going everywhere, slipping and sliding under clothing and pulling articles up and down just for a reason to keep the smirk on his face.
“Call me whatever you want to be screaming all night.”
---- There will be more smutty bits and dark bits. And a lot more angsty bits. And some small romance bits! But mostly angsty. c:
I really do enjoy this and am very excited to see what happens next :) I especially love it how you've made Eduard into someone who likes to take the initiative and not just sit back and wait until customers just take what they want. Yeah, I like that a lot. I hope everything goes as you've planned and you'll be able to update soon. But I understand if something more important in your life happens :). I'll be eagerly waiting no matter how long it takes you. And thank you for adding the link to the song. I listened it and loved it. It has been a while since I last listened to Lykke Li. So yeah, thank you:)
Linger On [2a/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 02:55:34 UTC
authoranon apologizes. I am bad at keeping parts straight. I once wrote a oneshot and it currently has over fifteen chapters ahah OTL.... but really. this won't take forever, I promise! For some reason this chapter ended up including more 'slices of life' then I meant to. It just felt weird to entirely have it focused on a romance, and I wanted to give more time to the other bros too. Thank you guys for your awesome words so far and I'm glad you're liking it, OP <3 note; I switched to '_ _ _' to denote skips instead of the plus signs. my open office was really hating the plus signs, it got annoying.
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He doesn't know what Nikolaj wanted.
He was the one to strip them both down, while the Dane's hands just explored. Eduard's breath hitched every time he touched touched over a scar or a former bruise, expecting the other to have handled him just as roughly as his friend.
The roughness never came.
Nikolaj would kiss his lips, not with disgust or contempt, but with passion and interest. He didn't seem like the type of man to be new to this sort of thing, so why he was acting so gentile was a mystery. He took Eduard's face into his hands, bumbling, his heavy breath still smelling like alcohol, and he removed his glasses for him.
“You're not a virgin, are you?”
It was Eduard who just had to ask, and the Dane grinned at the mere suggestion. “Me?! No, no, but...” he kissed the other again, licking his lips, amused by the Baltic boy's aggressive antics. The taste of vodka stung his lips, but he weaved a hand through the paler hair.
Eduard let his hand wander down, across his chest, broad and firm with muscle. He trailed past the short hairs sparsely occupying below his bellybutton, and he can't believe his luck that he's laying with such a young man tonight, usually his clients are twice his age at least. Nikolaj breaks the kiss, explaining his actions with a slight tinge of awkwardness.
“Never brought anyone back from a bar...”
It's endearing and sort of cute, but Eduard still lets his hand fall on the other man's flesh, stroking his cock with gentle and timed touches. “Is that all?” He really doesn't seem the type to have never done this before. There's always some lie that these men tell.
“Y-yeah...”
He hardens with the touches, groaning and shutting his eyes.
“I'll go easy on you then. Whatever you want...”
“Whatever?”
He's reassured to that by a teasing touch to the underside of his member, and Nikolaj just barely gave a grunt.
Reaching down to grab the Estonian's thin hand, he pulls it away from himself. Opening his eyes, it's like he's overcome with some new sort of strength, and he grabbed the teen's other hand. It doesn't take much to flip Eduard down against the bed, holding his wrists up high above his head.
“I think we can work something out with whatever.”
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Nikolaj flops down beside him, sweaty and breathing hard still.
Eduard is sore, but it's a good soreness, the kind where he turns to his side and lays down on top of the Dane. He curls his hands against the muscles, breathing more hot air against his neck.
“Still wanna know your name...”
“You do?”
The other murmurs a sleepy 'ja', and Eduard is amused when the other rests his head down against his own. He's been far too used to be so spent after sex, but Nikolaj with his drunkenness is still amazed he could preform twice still.
“Tell you what, meet me at the same bar tomorrow night.. and I'll tell you anything you want to know.”
He agrees with a nod, and tries to pull him closer. Eduard wiggles, just enough to where he knows he can still get free.
“Sounds good...”
It doesn't take long before the Dane is certainly sound asleep. Eduard carefully, ever so careful, slides out of his arms.
He kisses the other man's forehead.
Doesn't know what for, or why he's compelled to, but he just is.
Sliding away, the first thing he does is put on his glasses, and then look for his wallet.
Linger On [2b/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 02:56:05 UTC
Finding it while sifting through the piles of their discarded clothes, he slowly dresses himself before picking up the leather wallet. Opening it, he flips through-it's loaded with cash, Nikolaj is like a traveler without a clue who got too happy at being able to go somewhere new. It's like a dream to Eduard as he's busy making up excuses in his mind as to why theft is okay.
It isn't okay.
Nothing in his life really has been okay. It's something that he's living with and has accepted, though. It wasn't okay for his real parents to die or for him to have his virginity sold off for 50 dollars American when he was 13 while his 'new dad' watched.
His full name appears to be Nikolaj Mathias Anderson. 25 years old, born in July, blue eyes, blonde hair. 177 centimeters, 75 kilograms, Nikolaj's life condensed.
Eduard shoves the whole wallet into his pocket and starts to pull on his sweater and jacket. Mister Anderson never stirs.
In not even five minutes, he's out the door.
The hotel's hallway is coasted with a plush maroon carpet, and it's what he stares at as he heads out. The Dane's touches still linger on his skin, engraved in his memory. There was a kindness to him, something so very different about him.
If he was Toris, he'd forget about it and not even think twice. He'd have no guilty conscious anymore. Even if he was Raivis, he might have gotten the money upfront, and snuggled a few minutes before running away.
Instead he's turning back before he ever leaves.
Eduard finds his way back to the man's room quickly, sliding back in and shutting the door quietly behind him. The sleeping form on the bed stirs, before Nikolaj groans and starts to sit up.
“Going so soon?”
Pausing again, Eduard chances a small smile, even if the other can't see. “No... My brothers probably found their way home without me anyways.”
It's a lie, but Nikolaj doesn't question it. He watched the other strip down again, with bleary eyes, grinning when he has the form beside him in bed again.
Once more, he removes the Estonian's glasses.
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They don't go home until they all go home together.
Toris has a permanent grimace on his face, clutching on to a wad of cash in his pocket. Mister Jones was in town, the actor, that he would have recognized long ago if any of them ever watched television. Filming in Russia is cheap, and he's an amateur filmmaker himself-Alfred always pays handsomely for boys willing to undress on camera with him, and he forgives the crisscrossing scar marks on Toris' back. Calls them beautiful, unique, say they give him a certain character.
He's upset that Eduard isn't back yet, it's starting to get light out. He can see it through the tattered curtains.
Raivis snoozes beside him, and while one hand plays with the cash, the other is stroking the peppery-blonde hair. At this rate, he'll just have to walk Raivis and Eduard to school before heading home and doing all the chores miss Natalia says she's above.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
When Eduard does return, it's six thirty, and his cheeks are red and he smells like coffee.
“Eduard,” Toris scolds, trying not to raise his voice for Raivis' sake. “Where have you been?!”
He's been in bed with a Dane, fell asleep, woke up and was greeted with sleepy kisses before another round of sex and finally coffee.
All and he never charged. He felt too bad about it, and for this reason, he gives a guilty look over at the man he calls his brother.
“I.. was mugged.”
“Mugged?! Are you okay?” Immediately he gets off the bed, hurrying over, inspecting the unbruised body. Eduard shuts the door and tenses, stepping until his back is against it.
“They just... knocked me out. I wasn't carrying cash... I'm fine.”
These things happen, and Toris hugs him, worried still.
“I'm sorry,” the Estonian quickly adds on, closing his eyes and apologizing from the depths of his heart. “I'm sorry...”
“It wasn't your fault... Shh, it's okay, I'll go out with you tomorrow...”
Linger On [2c/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 02:56:35 UTC
Raivis wishes that his brothers wouldn't fawn over him so much. Eduard is always waiting for him at school, outside each classroom, not wanting anyone else to lay their eyes on his little sibling. They go to a rather crummy school, and Eduard easily takes top marks in every test and exam while Raivis struggles a little. Nobody looks at them any differently for their tattered clothing or normally unwashed hair.
Eduard, though, had the misfortune of being caught sucking off the wrong person-popular, handsome, with a slutty girlfriend--for an extra bit of cash and their school lives had gone downhill from there.
Coddling Raivis is to protect him.
When he can slip away from Eduard, if only for a few moments, he likes to meet up with an underclassman. His name's Peter, a transplant from England, and he adores the accent just like Peter likes the thick Russian twist to words Raivis gives.
He hides his friendship because he knows Eduard would just tell Toris, and Toris would tell Raivis that it would be best for him not to have a friend.
They're like three drops of poison infecting the whole of Russia.
They've tried to ask mister Ivan before why are they the bad ones, when there's so many out there willing to spend a few notes on them. Ivan claims the business wouldn't exist without them, but Raivis isn't conditioned enough to entirely believe him.
Once the teacher stops droning, when she lets them out for their next class, Raivis isn't too surprised when he exists the classroom and comes face to face with Eduard, his lanky brother sticking out like a sore thumb amongst Raivis' short peers.
“Did you have a nice lesson, malysh?” He uses the same affectionate name Toris does, petting Raivis' hair, looking down at the torn and worn notebook Raivis carries.
“Y-yeah.” Raivis doesn't bother explaining how he didn't understand it all. His favorite class is literature, especially when they go over romantic books. He dreams of being swept up by a man in a white horse, who lets him spend all day gardening and reading books and lets him sleep at night. Anything would be better than the math lessons he suffers through.
If Eduard knew after all that he was struggling again, he'd just make the younger boy study between clients again.
“You know... I was thinking something...” He tilts his head up, jutting his bottom lip out, his violet eyes wide. “Are we bad people?”
“What?”
Eduard's eyes are like a raven's, sharp and judging.
“I-I just mean, we do bad things, so...”
“...Sometimes good people do bad things.”
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“There was only one reason Ivan adopted you. There's only one reason anyone would ever want you around!”
He bows his head and listens.
She's beautiful, he thinks, and that's where his own internal conflict begins. She's far too beautiful to be screaming all the time, but he supposed that he would scream too if someone stole his husband. He's learned now to not even bother apologizing, though, it never works and riles her up more.
“Are you even listening to me?!”
Turning to the Belorussian, he gives her a small smile. He imagines the way that she'd look in a dress that isn't threadbare, groomed properly and sitting, and he imagines that miss Natalia would look very similar to a precious doll he'd be afraid to touch.
“Yes...”
He bows his head and continues to sweep. She kicks the dustbin from his hands before storming back off, muttering more filth-laced words.
Linger On [2d/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 02:57:08 UTC
“Really, please, you don't have to go back out with me. Just take Raivis. It'll look too weird if we're all three together.”
Toris stares at him.
“But you could get mugged again, Eduard.”
“Then it wouldn't be the first time, now would it?”
They both just stare at eachother, and it's just not working out how either of them imagined. Eduard just wants to run back to the club, see if Nikolaj did show up again for him.
“Mister Jones is in town though, I'm sure if we all showed up... We could keep the money and give it to mister Ivan over a few days! It'd be more than enough, Eduard--”
“I'd rather not have sex with you tonight.”
He's blunt about it, overly blunt. They aren't related by blood, so when they're together, men make them pretend that they are and instruct them just how to touch each other.
“He'll pay the same just for you and Raivis. Really, besides, one of my regulars are in town...”
“Are you sure that you'll be okay? Promise me that you will be.”
“Toris.” Eduard stares, unafraid. “I'll be fine.”
“If there's any problems...”
“There won't be.”
Toris is now more suspicious than worried. He recalls Eduard getting mugged once before, and he'd been more shaken up than Raivis after getting yelled at. The teen refused to be by himself for weeks, hindering business, but the bruises on his face took the longest to heal.
“Fine.”
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He looked around everywhere inside, and he couldn't find Nikolaj at all.
It was like the Dane had disappeared as easily as he had appeared in Eduard's life. He had no watch, he only had to assume it was around the same time as last night.
It was when he was ready to go back and find some work, standing outside of the club and breathing warm into the cold air for his own amusement that hands snaked around his waist from behind. It could have been anyone. He froze and turned around, his heart skipping beats as he looked up at the Danish man.
“Eduard. My name's Eduard.”
Nikolaj took a few moments to process what he even meant at first, before he squeezed the lithe form in his arms. “Eduard, huh?”
“Yeah. You.. you can call me that.”
“Well.” Nikolaj leaned slightly down, kissing his cold ear. “Would you like to grab something to eat, Eduard?”
“I'd like that.” He bowed his head. “I'd like that a lot.”
Aaaw ... that simple question 'Are we bad people?' made my heart ache. But the pain was soothed by the sweetness and somewhat awkwardness(in the beginning) between Nikolaj and Eduard. And the mention of how Alfred would film the three brothers together set my imagination flying, I have now some fantastic pictures in my head. Thanks for that *evil grin* Hell, wait for me, I'll be there soon enough !
I'm kind of teetering on the edge here of really to include hardcore smut or not xD; This story is already two steps from diving in and having smut all over the walls, and I'm not sure really if that's the direction I want to go.. but with the premise there will be some, that's unavoidable xD; Who doesn't love a Baltic threesome though, omgosh ♥
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also a small note but er, I just realized I fucked up on Nikolaj's intended last name. It should be Andersen, after, well, Hans Christian, but my mind was stuck between that and Sørenson so my mind seems to have.. accidentally melded the two. :c My apologies!
Re: Linger On [2d/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 08:40:01 UTC
This is breaking my heart. I want so badly to smash the boundaries of reality and rush into this fic and swoop the three of them out of there and take them somewhere safe and reassure them that they're not bad people. D':
Your writing is putting all these feelings into my head. It's not grammatically perfect, but weirdly I think that actually makes it better because it feels so natural and real and ajflksjfoiwja ;_;
Please take as long as you want with this, author anon, especially if it means including more these slices of life things.
Weird enough to say but I am glad it's breaking your heart! It's kind of meant to c:
About the grammar business though, I'm trying to emulate a mix between my two favorite authors and their stuff is usually 'asdfghjkl; /SMASHES YOUR GRAMMAR' by making small chunks of sentences that have a lot of impact xD So at least I'm glad it's made an impact of you of making it seem more real or whichever~ ♥
Linger On [3a/?)
anonymous
January 4 2011, 10:47:09 UTC
anon is unreliable in their estimations, blahblah, etc. c: there should not be TOO MUCH MORE I MEAN IT. also if the whole of it seems kind of rushed, the timing and everything, I do apologize D: I wanted to show maybe more of.. a whirlwind romance? if OP wants things slowed out and spanned across a bit more I can ♥
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“So what do you do for a living?”
Eduard wants to choke on his cola. They're at a McDonald's, of all places, a cheap but rare treat he never gets.
“For a living? Nothing. Well, I go to school, if you count that...”
“You do?” A nod in response. “University?” A hesitant shake of the head. “High school, then? Just how old are you?”
There's that judging look that always comes. He braces himself for this, the deal breaker of their budding fly-by relationship. Eduard swallows down air nervously.
“Eighteen?”
“No...”
“Seventeen?”
Right on the mark. Eight years between them, and Nikolaj just continues to stare. “When I was your age, the last place I hung around was sketchy clubs with guys like Lars.”
“No. From what I've heard, you just hung out with the man himself.”
Nikolaj laughs, taking another bite of his hamburger. “Yep. Too true on that one, I guess.”
Eduard smiles and he laughs as well. The moment of relief washes over him.
“So what are you good at? Like, your best subject?”
“Oh... No, see, ah... I'm kind of..” He bows his head, his shyness showing through, not wanting to say how much of a bookworm he is. “Things... things like math, calculus... And I really enjoy.. social politics and economics...”
“Pretty nerdy list you have going on there.”
He grins and laughs again regardless, and Eduard doesn't care. He would put up with all the mocking in the world just for a chance to stay around Nikolaj.
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“You have to put more passion into it! Like he's doing!”
Raivis didn't like being told what to do. It was only something he put up with now, for their sake.
His head was too busy dealing with dizziness than listening to Alfred. Toris was holding his hips tight, slamming into him, filling the fifteen year old and fucking him hard.
The Latvian's knees were weak. He doubted that his legs would spread any further for Toris, as much as he couldn't deny that this was one of those times that sex sex felt good.
“Toris, let Raivis get on top of you. Maybe it'll help him out.”
The only reason Alfred knew their names was their loudness in passion before, he was the only one who knew all their names. Toris stopped moving, all for pulling out of the small Latvian. He groaned at the lack of heat against his slicked up member, but he turned around and sat against the bed.
Raivis was quickly straddling his hips, and it took no more encouragement before he was lowering himself back down. He knew this part well enough, guiding himself and sliding down slowly, his head tilted back. The teen was trying to moan, but found himself too out of breath.
He settled his hips, nails raking down against the Lithuanian's chest. Toris grunted slightly, keeping his cool about it all. Biting down against his bottom lip, he tried to help steady the shaking boy.
“Put your head into it, kid! He's your brother, and you were just able to confess your true feelings for him before being overcome with passion... You've wanted to fuck him for ages, at least look him in the eyes!”
They both let Alfred drone on while Raivis tilted his head back down, the smallest whimpers leaving his lips. Toris gripped harder on to his hips, moving the Latvian slowly at first, before Raivis couldn't help but carry it on himself.
In truth, they liked this a lot more than the old men they couldn't trust. They could enjoy themselves for one, and Raivis couldn't even help but admit it felt good-not that they'd do this on their own, getting paid for it was their main motivation. Precum was glistening and dripping slowly down his length.
“P-please, Toris, touch me...” He meekly mumbled, gasping as the other quickly obliged. Toris wrapped his fingers around the other, slowly pumping them up and down with his own hips furiously slamming up to meet the smaller boy's uncoordinated bucking.
Eduard heads to the bar area. He itches to order a drink but doesn't, eyes scanning around the other patrons. He catches on to a man, tall and overgrown from the crowd similar to himself, and he groans because he knows him and knows what he's like.
The Dutchman spots him too and heads over, patting a hand down on his shoulder. There's no semblance of kindness or joking on his face, he just looks stoic and drugged. Eduard rises to his feet, noting the faintest hint of white powder under the other's nose.
He comes sometimes for business to the city, they meet infrequently, but for some reason Lars doesn't seem keen on being dragged off.
The brunette doesn't even bother speaking, taking him to across the club, past the bodies and sweating young people, to a table on the other end stacked with beer bottles on it.
“Want you to meet my friend,” Lars grumbles, stopping in front of his table. There's a man with honey blonde hair, grinning even with his lips wrapped around a bottle. He has an arm draped over the back of his seat, his red shirt buttoned down and splayed open on his chest to expose just enough. Looking at Eduard, he raises his beer bottle to him in greeting.
“Hej! Name's Nikolaj.”
Eduard hesitates, looking to Lars before being nodded onward. He sits, sliding down close to Nikolaj, and the Dane is more than welcoming. He allows the other to settle in to the crook of his shoulder, and Eduard places his hand, lean with long fingers showing bone, down against the man's inner thigh.
“Woah.” He smells of the beer, Eduard imagines he tastes of it too. He just keeps a friendly-not overbearing, not meek-smile on his lips, leaning in closer. “You're a friendly one, aren't you?” Eduard nods, still wordless, and he notes the nervous flicker of a gaze over to his friend that Nikolaj gives. He must have gotten a nod of approval, because he wraps his arm around Eduard.
“What's your name?”
“Call me whatever you like.”
The Dane is a bit nervous, staring down into his face, there's just something he feels about the other that makes Nikolaj think the teen shouldn't be doing this.
“Your eyes are beautiful. Why do you wear glasses?”
His jaw drops. He pulls away a bit, only for Nikolaj to smile warmly, not letting him get too far. Bowing his head, Eduard thinks, his face tinged red. If only the other knew how many other men had cum on his glasses, he'd probably be breaking them.
“I... need them to see, sir.”
“Nikolaj.”
“...I need them to see, Nikolaj.”
“It's too bad.”
He feels the hand that was on his back slowly creep up to his neck, stroking the back of his hair. Nikolaj twists and plays with the short strands, and the Estonian is afraid. He could get used to this, his hand already starting to relax toward the other man's knee instead of the previously provocative spot. The blonde is clearly a dangerous man.
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“So this is it.”
Eduard looks around. He wonders just how much money the Dane must have, because the room is nice. It's even in a hotel, not the top scale, but a place he's never seen before. There's more than one room even, nothing is broken, nothing is unsettled.
“...Wow.”
He mutters it under his breath. Nikolaj is already taking off his own jacket, throwing it on a chair carelessly. The taller man is drunk, pretty gone in those regards, but he seems cognitively fine, albeit the slight stammer and stumble here and there.
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“Nice, isn't it? I'm here on work.”
“...You sure look like you've been getting a lot of work done.” Eduard comments, removing his jacket and throwing it on top of the Dane's.
“Yeah, yeah, well, we're nearly done here, so...” A vivacious laugh. He's vibrant and boisterous, in the middle of Russia, the place that lacks it the most. Looking at the teenager again, his expression changes as he realizes the other's removing the thin brown sweater, trying not to get his glasses askew as he does.
He's very schooled in the art of getting undressed. Blue eyes are scanning over his body, a bit confused.
“So are you seeing Lars, or do you just work for him?”
“Nah, don't get me wrong, we dated back in higshchool here and there but...” Ivan and Natalia monitor them, always making sure they go to school for just enough days, not a second over, just to have more of a hold on them. “But we didn't really click in the right ways. And I don't work for him, we work for the same company.”
Lars has always been cheap as dirt whenever he's fucked Eduard. Realizing he probably has more cash than he's willing to let go of, he tries just to keep smiling at Nikolaj without letting it bother him too much.
“I see. And did he tell you anything about me?”
“Not.. ...really...”
He starts to pull up his shirt, white skin coming more and more into view, while the Dane stares. But he stops, stepping closer, making the other back up until he's nearly against the bed.
“He didn't say anything?”
“Said you're hot... think he undersold you.”
The 'undersold' makes Eduard chuckle, even if it's a bit morbid. He pushes on the shoulders of the other man, Nikolaj letting out a surprised noise before he falls back onto the bed.
Running a hand through his wildly spiked hair, he's still surprised the meek looking boy seems so bold. It's not that he minds, he definitely doesn't. The teen gets on the bed and straddles his hips, grinning and forwardly pecking his lips.
“Do you think that I am?”
It's easy to rest his arms comfortably against the thin hips. “Fuck yeah.” Eduard's hands curl into his shirt, pushing him down by the shoulders into the comforter.
“You Russians move fast, don't ya?”
Eduard can't resist a small growl. He leans down, his lips grazing against the other man's chin and up to his ear.
“Don't call me that.”
He kissed the skin, licks and nips the ear lobe all while slowly and deliberately grinding at the Dane's groin.
“Wha--” He stops to catch his breath. “What do I call you then... Angel?”
Teasing again, he pulls the teen closer, wanting to feel the lithe frame on top of his own. Eduard feels like he's going to regret this, he's acting aggressive and needy just because nobody ever tells him these things. It's always lewd remarks, lewd compliments, lewd behaviors. The Dane's slowly acquainting himself with Eduard's body, hands having no problem going everywhere, slipping and sliding under clothing and pulling articles up and down just for a reason to keep the smirk on his face.
“Call me whatever you want to be screaming all night.”
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There will be more smutty bits and dark bits. And a lot more angsty bits. And some small romance bits! But mostly angsty. c:
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I especially love it how you've made Eduard into someone who likes to take the initiative and not just sit back and wait until customers just take what they want. Yeah, I like that a lot.
I hope everything goes as you've planned and you'll be able to update soon. But I understand if something more important in your life happens :). I'll be eagerly waiting no matter how long it takes you.
And thank you for adding the link to the song. I listened it and loved it. It has been a while since I last listened to Lykke Li. So yeah, thank you:)
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(And I love your Estonia)
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For some reason this chapter ended up including more 'slices of life' then I meant to. It just felt weird to entirely have it focused on a romance, and I wanted to give more time to the other bros too.
Thank you guys for your awesome words so far and I'm glad you're liking it, OP <3
note; I switched to '_ _ _' to denote skips instead of the plus signs. my open office was really hating the plus signs, it got annoying.
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He doesn't know what Nikolaj wanted.
He was the one to strip them both down, while the Dane's hands just explored. Eduard's breath hitched every time he touched touched over a scar or a former bruise, expecting the other to have handled him just as roughly as his friend.
The roughness never came.
Nikolaj would kiss his lips, not with disgust or contempt, but with passion and interest. He didn't seem like the type of man to be new to this sort of thing, so why he was acting so gentile was a mystery. He took Eduard's face into his hands, bumbling, his heavy breath still smelling like alcohol, and he removed his glasses for him.
“You're not a virgin, are you?”
It was Eduard who just had to ask, and the Dane grinned at the mere suggestion. “Me?! No, no, but...” he kissed the other again, licking his lips, amused by the Baltic boy's aggressive antics. The taste of vodka stung his lips, but he weaved a hand through the paler hair.
Eduard let his hand wander down, across his chest, broad and firm with muscle. He trailed past the short hairs sparsely occupying below his bellybutton, and he can't believe his luck that he's laying with such a young man tonight, usually his clients are twice his age at least. Nikolaj breaks the kiss, explaining his actions with a slight tinge of awkwardness.
“Never brought anyone back from a bar...”
It's endearing and sort of cute, but Eduard still lets his hand fall on the other man's flesh, stroking his cock with gentle and timed touches. “Is that all?” He really doesn't seem the type to have never done this before. There's always some lie that these men tell.
“Y-yeah...”
He hardens with the touches, groaning and shutting his eyes.
“I'll go easy on you then. Whatever you want...”
“Whatever?”
He's reassured to that by a teasing touch to the underside of his member, and Nikolaj just barely gave a grunt.
Reaching down to grab the Estonian's thin hand, he pulls it away from himself. Opening his eyes, it's like he's overcome with some new sort of strength, and he grabbed the teen's other hand. It doesn't take much to flip Eduard down against the bed, holding his wrists up high above his head.
“I think we can work something out with whatever.”
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Nikolaj flops down beside him, sweaty and breathing hard still.
Eduard is sore, but it's a good soreness, the kind where he turns to his side and lays down on top of the Dane. He curls his hands against the muscles, breathing more hot air against his neck.
“Still wanna know your name...”
“You do?”
The other murmurs a sleepy 'ja', and Eduard is amused when the other rests his head down against his own. He's been far too used to be so spent after sex, but Nikolaj with his drunkenness is still amazed he could preform twice still.
“Tell you what, meet me at the same bar tomorrow night.. and I'll tell you anything you want to know.”
He agrees with a nod, and tries to pull him closer. Eduard wiggles, just enough to where he knows he can still get free.
“Sounds good...”
It doesn't take long before the Dane is certainly sound asleep. Eduard carefully, ever so careful, slides out of his arms.
He kisses the other man's forehead.
Doesn't know what for, or why he's compelled to, but he just is.
Sliding away, the first thing he does is put on his glasses, and then look for his wallet.
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It isn't okay.
Nothing in his life really has been okay. It's something that he's living with and has accepted, though. It wasn't okay for his real parents to die or for him to have his virginity sold off for 50 dollars American when he was 13 while his 'new dad' watched.
His full name appears to be Nikolaj Mathias Anderson. 25 years old, born in July, blue eyes, blonde hair. 177 centimeters, 75 kilograms, Nikolaj's life condensed.
Eduard shoves the whole wallet into his pocket and starts to pull on his sweater and jacket. Mister Anderson never stirs.
In not even five minutes, he's out the door.
The hotel's hallway is coasted with a plush maroon carpet, and it's what he stares at as he heads out. The Dane's touches still linger on his skin, engraved in his memory. There was a kindness to him, something so very different about him.
If he was Toris, he'd forget about it and not even think twice. He'd have no guilty conscious anymore. Even if he was Raivis, he might have gotten the money upfront, and snuggled a few minutes before running away.
Instead he's turning back before he ever leaves.
Eduard finds his way back to the man's room quickly, sliding back in and shutting the door quietly behind him. The sleeping form on the bed stirs, before Nikolaj groans and starts to sit up.
“Going so soon?”
Pausing again, Eduard chances a small smile, even if the other can't see. “No... My brothers probably found their way home without me anyways.”
It's a lie, but Nikolaj doesn't question it. He watched the other strip down again, with bleary eyes, grinning when he has the form beside him in bed again.
Once more, he removes the Estonian's glasses.
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They don't go home until they all go home together.
Toris has a permanent grimace on his face, clutching on to a wad of cash in his pocket. Mister Jones was in town, the actor, that he would have recognized long ago if any of them ever watched television. Filming in Russia is cheap, and he's an amateur filmmaker himself-Alfred always pays handsomely for boys willing to undress on camera with him, and he forgives the crisscrossing scar marks on Toris' back. Calls them beautiful, unique, say they give him a certain character.
He's upset that Eduard isn't back yet, it's starting to get light out. He can see it through the tattered curtains.
Raivis snoozes beside him, and while one hand plays with the cash, the other is stroking the peppery-blonde hair. At this rate, he'll just have to walk Raivis and Eduard to school before heading home and doing all the chores miss Natalia says she's above.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
When Eduard does return, it's six thirty, and his cheeks are red and he smells like coffee.
“Eduard,” Toris scolds, trying not to raise his voice for Raivis' sake. “Where have you been?!”
He's been in bed with a Dane, fell asleep, woke up and was greeted with sleepy kisses before another round of sex and finally coffee.
All and he never charged. He felt too bad about it, and for this reason, he gives a guilty look over at the man he calls his brother.
“I.. was mugged.”
“Mugged?! Are you okay?” Immediately he gets off the bed, hurrying over, inspecting the unbruised body. Eduard shuts the door and tenses, stepping until his back is against it.
“They just... knocked me out. I wasn't carrying cash... I'm fine.”
These things happen, and Toris hugs him, worried still.
“I'm sorry,” the Estonian quickly adds on, closing his eyes and apologizing from the depths of his heart. “I'm sorry...”
“It wasn't your fault... Shh, it's okay, I'll go out with you tomorrow...”
“You don't have to worry about me, I promise.”
Toris worries anyways.
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Eduard, though, had the misfortune of being caught sucking off the wrong person-popular, handsome, with a slutty girlfriend--for an extra bit of cash and their school lives had gone downhill from there.
Coddling Raivis is to protect him.
When he can slip away from Eduard, if only for a few moments, he likes to meet up with an underclassman. His name's Peter, a transplant from England, and he adores the accent just like Peter likes the thick Russian twist to words Raivis gives.
He hides his friendship because he knows Eduard would just tell Toris, and Toris would tell Raivis that it would be best for him not to have a friend.
They're like three drops of poison infecting the whole of Russia.
They've tried to ask mister Ivan before why are they the bad ones, when there's so many out there willing to spend a few notes on them. Ivan claims the business wouldn't exist without them, but Raivis isn't conditioned enough to entirely believe him.
Once the teacher stops droning, when she lets them out for their next class, Raivis isn't too surprised when he exists the classroom and comes face to face with Eduard, his lanky brother sticking out like a sore thumb amongst Raivis' short peers.
“Did you have a nice lesson, malysh?” He uses the same affectionate name Toris does, petting Raivis' hair, looking down at the torn and worn notebook Raivis carries.
“Y-yeah.” Raivis doesn't bother explaining how he didn't understand it all. His favorite class is literature, especially when they go over romantic books. He dreams of being swept up by a man in a white horse, who lets him spend all day gardening and reading books and lets him sleep at night. Anything would be better than the math lessons he suffers through.
If Eduard knew after all that he was struggling again, he'd just make the younger boy study between clients again.
“You know... I was thinking something...” He tilts his head up, jutting his bottom lip out, his violet eyes wide. “Are we bad people?”
“What?”
Eduard's eyes are like a raven's, sharp and judging.
“I-I just mean, we do bad things, so...”
“...Sometimes good people do bad things.”
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“There was only one reason Ivan adopted you. There's only one reason anyone would ever want you around!”
He bows his head and listens.
She's beautiful, he thinks, and that's where his own internal conflict begins. She's far too beautiful to be screaming all the time, but he supposed that he would scream too if someone stole his husband. He's learned now to not even bother apologizing, though, it never works and riles her up more.
“Are you even listening to me?!”
Turning to the Belorussian, he gives her a small smile. He imagines the way that she'd look in a dress that isn't threadbare, groomed properly and sitting, and he imagines that miss Natalia would look very similar to a precious doll he'd be afraid to touch.
“Yes...”
He bows his head and continues to sweep. She kicks the dustbin from his hands before storming back off, muttering more filth-laced words.
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Toris stares at him.
“But you could get mugged again, Eduard.”
“Then it wouldn't be the first time, now would it?”
They both just stare at eachother, and it's just not working out how either of them imagined. Eduard just wants to run back to the club, see if Nikolaj did show up again for him.
“Mister Jones is in town though, I'm sure if we all showed up... We could keep the money and give it to mister Ivan over a few days! It'd be more than enough, Eduard--”
“I'd rather not have sex with you tonight.”
He's blunt about it, overly blunt. They aren't related by blood, so when they're together, men make them pretend that they are and instruct them just how to touch each other.
“He'll pay the same just for you and Raivis. Really, besides, one of my regulars are in town...”
“Are you sure that you'll be okay? Promise me that you will be.”
“Toris.” Eduard stares, unafraid. “I'll be fine.”
“If there's any problems...”
“There won't be.”
Toris is now more suspicious than worried. He recalls Eduard getting mugged once before, and he'd been more shaken up than Raivis after getting yelled at. The teen refused to be by himself for weeks, hindering business, but the bruises on his face took the longest to heal.
“Fine.”
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He looked around everywhere inside, and he couldn't find Nikolaj at all.
It was like the Dane had disappeared as easily as he had appeared in Eduard's life. He had no watch, he only had to assume it was around the same time as last night.
It was when he was ready to go back and find some work, standing outside of the club and breathing warm into the cold air for his own amusement that hands snaked around his waist from behind. It could have been anyone. He froze and turned around, his heart skipping beats as he looked up at the Danish man.
“Eduard. My name's Eduard.”
Nikolaj took a few moments to process what he even meant at first, before he squeezed the lithe form in his arms. “Eduard, huh?”
“Yeah. You.. you can call me that.”
“Well.” Nikolaj leaned slightly down, kissing his cold ear. “Would you like to grab something to eat, Eduard?”
“I'd like that.” He bowed his head. “I'd like that a lot.”
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Hell, wait for me, I'll be there soon enough !
<3 you author!anon ! :3
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I'm kind of teetering on the edge here of really to include hardcore smut or not xD; This story is already two steps from diving in and having smut all over the walls, and I'm not sure really if that's the direction I want to go.. but with the premise there will be some, that's unavoidable xD;
Who doesn't love a Baltic threesome though, omgosh ♥
<33!
also a small note but er, I just realized I fucked up on Nikolaj's intended last name. It should be Andersen, after, well, Hans Christian, but my mind was stuck between that and Sørenson so my mind seems to have.. accidentally melded the two. :c My apologies!
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Your writing is putting all these feelings into my head. It's not grammatically perfect, but weirdly I think that actually makes it better because it feels so natural and real and ajflksjfoiwja ;_;
Please take as long as you want with this, author anon, especially if it means including more these slices of life things.
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About the grammar business though, I'm trying to emulate a mix between my two favorite authors and their stuff is usually 'asdfghjkl; /SMASHES YOUR GRAMMAR' by making small chunks of sentences that have a lot of impact xD So at least I'm glad it's made an impact of you of making it seem more real or whichever~ ♥
I'll try not to take too long!
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also if the whole of it seems kind of rushed, the timing and everything, I do apologize D: I wanted to show maybe more of.. a whirlwind romance? if OP wants things slowed out and spanned across a bit more I can ♥
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“So what do you do for a living?”
Eduard wants to choke on his cola. They're at a McDonald's, of all places, a cheap but rare treat he never gets.
“For a living? Nothing. Well, I go to school, if you count that...”
“You do?” A nod in response. “University?” A hesitant shake of the head. “High school, then? Just how old are you?”
There's that judging look that always comes. He braces himself for this, the deal breaker of their budding fly-by relationship. Eduard swallows down air nervously.
“Eighteen?”
“No...”
“Seventeen?”
Right on the mark. Eight years between them, and Nikolaj just continues to stare. “When I was your age, the last place I hung around was sketchy clubs with guys like Lars.”
“No. From what I've heard, you just hung out with the man himself.”
Nikolaj laughs, taking another bite of his hamburger. “Yep. Too true on that one, I guess.”
Eduard smiles and he laughs as well. The moment of relief washes over him.
“So what are you good at? Like, your best subject?”
“Oh... No, see, ah... I'm kind of..” He bows his head, his shyness showing through, not wanting to say how much of a bookworm he is. “Things... things like math, calculus... And I really enjoy.. social politics and economics...”
“Pretty nerdy list you have going on there.”
He grins and laughs again regardless, and Eduard doesn't care. He would put up with all the mocking in the world just for a chance to stay around Nikolaj.
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“You have to put more passion into it! Like he's doing!”
Raivis didn't like being told what to do. It was only something he put up with now, for their sake.
His head was too busy dealing with dizziness than listening to Alfred. Toris was holding his hips tight, slamming into him, filling the fifteen year old and fucking him hard.
The Latvian's knees were weak. He doubted that his legs would spread any further for Toris, as much as he couldn't deny that this was one of those times that sex sex felt good.
“Toris, let Raivis get on top of you. Maybe it'll help him out.”
The only reason Alfred knew their names was their loudness in passion before, he was the only one who knew all their names. Toris stopped moving, all for pulling out of the small Latvian. He groaned at the lack of heat against his slicked up member, but he turned around and sat against the bed.
Raivis was quickly straddling his hips, and it took no more encouragement before he was lowering himself back down. He knew this part well enough, guiding himself and sliding down slowly, his head tilted back. The teen was trying to moan, but found himself too out of breath.
He settled his hips, nails raking down against the Lithuanian's chest. Toris grunted slightly, keeping his cool about it all. Biting down against his bottom lip, he tried to help steady the shaking boy.
“Put your head into it, kid! He's your brother, and you were just able to confess your true feelings for him before being overcome with passion... You've wanted to fuck him for ages, at least look him in the eyes!”
They both let Alfred drone on while Raivis tilted his head back down, the smallest whimpers leaving his lips. Toris gripped harder on to his hips, moving the Latvian slowly at first, before Raivis couldn't help but carry it on himself.
In truth, they liked this a lot more than the old men they couldn't trust. They could enjoy themselves for one, and Raivis couldn't even help but admit it felt good-not that they'd do this on their own, getting paid for it was their main motivation. Precum was glistening and dripping slowly down his length.
“P-please, Toris, touch me...” He meekly mumbled, gasping as the other quickly obliged. Toris wrapped his fingers around the other, slowly pumping them up and down with his own hips furiously slamming up to meet the smaller boy's uncoordinated bucking.
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