Jens is ridiculous. Jens is hard. Jens needs to get a grip.
PAPPA: Malena I am sorry.
MALENA: What now?
PAPPA: Could you do pickup today? Can you and Morten grab the kids?
MALENA: It’s Thursday Pappa. Morten has hockey after school. I am supposed to wait for him and bring him home remember?
PAPPA: Sorry, forgot. Damn.
MALENA: Text Tom’s Mamma, see if she can drop him off.
PAPPA: I haven’t got her number. I am useless. I am sorry.
MALENA: *CONTACT CAROLINE HULT FREDRIKSEN (TOM’S MAMMA)*
PAPPA: Have I told you how awesome you are?
MALENA: Say hi to Axel. Don’t have too much fun…
PAPPA: I don’t even know what to reply to that.
MALENA: I am going to that thing with Nasreen at 6. Please be home for then OK?
PAPPA: I will be. Thank you.
JENS: Hi baby. Are you up yet?
AXEL: Now I am.
JENS: Sorry baby. Are you working tonight?
AXEL: No. I’m off for the weekend now. Done. Training next week so no nightshifts.
JENS: I am leaving work now. Can I come to you?
AXEL: Yes! Come!
AXEL: My dick is up too. You might have to do something about that.
AXEL: I can’t believe I wrote that.
AXEL: God this is the lamest sexting attempt ever.
JENS: You are as bad as Marthe.
AXEL: BOTTOM!! I love your bottom by the way. You have a sexy bum.
JENS: Are you naked?
AXEL: I am now.
JENS: I haven’t got your address. How stupid is that?
JENS: I am hard. Damn you. Am getting on the bus with my bag on my lap.
AXEL: I love you.
JENS: I love you too. Now where am I going? I need you!!
AXEL: Take the tram to Majorstuen. I am on that corner on Valkyrie gate. Text me when you get off the tram and I will come down and let you in.
JENS: Naked?
AXEL: I will be if you want me to be.
JENS: I am going to sound like Malena now. SHUT UP!!!
AXEL: Ha-Ha *love heart emoji*
JENS: OH GOD why am I on this bus? You live down the road the other way! Getting off
the bus now.
JENS: On a tram now. See you in 5.
Axel’s apartment, Majorstua, Oslo
5 minutes later
Jens looks delicious, all windswept and handsome in his slacks and a shirt that he has unbuttoned just one button too far. Just enough that Axel gets a glimpse of his chest. A few dark hairs. The curve of his muscle. And by the look on Jens’ face, he is enjoying the view as well. Because Axel is not naked. He would never have dared. He might be cocky and brave at times but he is not stupid. And he is not that brave. And not that cocky. Honestly.
But Axel is topless and letting his flannel trousers ride low on his hips. He might have practiced how low in the mirror before hopping down the stairs to wait for Jens in the doorway. He looks okay. He thinks. And PJ trousers might not be sexy but they allow for easy access, and Axel is hoping for a lot of easy. An awful lot of access.
“Hi.” Axel tries to smile, but he is nervous as fuck. He doesn’t quite know why, but Jens is just staring at him and swallowing hard. Maybe Axel should have worn a t-shirt. Maybe this topless thing was a bit too much. It’s not like Jens hasn’t seen his chest before. But anyway. He looks good. He works out sometimes. He’s okay. He hopes Jens thinks he is okay.
“I never knew you lived here, I mean, I work just up the road. I pass here sometimes. Can’t believe I have never run into you.”
“I work crazy hours and it’s handy for the hospital. I don’t need a car and can get around town easily from here. Come in.” Axel holds the door open, letting Jens walk in. Jens, who keeps staring at Axel’s chest. Really staring at him. Holding his bag over his crotch. Which makes Axel laugh out loud. “After you.” He offers and starts following Jens up the stairs.
He might or might not be staring at Jens’ bum. He wasn’t lying when he said Jens has a nice arse. Because he has. And Axel can’t help stroking it. Just touching it gently as they reach the landing. Which makes Jens jump.
Jens' face is all flushed. And Axel is blushing, because he is painfully aware of how little he is wearing and the fact his cock is twitching and that Jens is licking his lips, and they haven’t kissed yet and Axel thinks, Axel hopes, this is going to lead to what he wants it to lead to.
“I am so fucking hard, Axel.” Jens whimpers, as Axel closes the door behind them.
And that is all it takes. Axel practically throws himself at Jens, who retaliates by slamming him back first into the front door with an animalistic growl.
Thank God for double-plated security doors, Axel thinks, otherwise they would have been on the floor on the landing and no doubt Mrs Mikkelssen, opposite, would have been out there in a shot, giving them grief for causing all that noise.
Instead, Jens is kissing him. Hard kisses making their teeth scratch and lips tangle, and Axel is tugging at the shirt on Jens' chest. Ripping buttons, that he can hear hit the hardwood floor in the hallway. Pulling the shirt down over Jens’ shoulders, and letting his lips latch onto that soft bit on Jens’ neck. Just on the side. The one that fits right on his mouth. And he sucks. Bites. Nuzzles so hard that he is probably causing Jens to moan from a little bit of pain along with the obvious whispers of, “Fuck,” and, “More,” and, “Axel.”
Axel loves when Jens says his name, because when Jens says, “Axel,” it sounds like a completely different Axel from the one he really is. The one who is clinging to the man in front of him, with his leg trying to climb onto Jens’ hip and arms tight around his neck. When Jens says, “Axel,” it sounds like a confident Axel. A sexy Axel. An Axel who can do anything. Because right now, Axel feels stupidly small. Needy. Holding on to Jens like a child. And Jens lifts him up. He freaking lifts him up. Holding him tight against the door as he kisses bruises into Axel’s neck, and Axel might be making some ridiculously loud noises with every touch. With every hump of Jens’ hips jacking up against Axel’s groin. It’s just bad. They can’t do it like this. Not here. However hot this is, Axel needs skin. He needs naked. Oh, fuck, he needs so much.
“Off!” He says and pushes Jens slightly. “Now. Get naked. In. My. Bed.”
“I love you.” Jens pants. Eyes almost black. Walking backwards stumbling as he kicks his shoes off and Axel is tugging at his belt and pulling at his trousers and the shirt is gone. His flannels fall with one tug of Jens’ fist and then he is naked.
Axel is standing stark naked right there in his own tiny flat, and Jens is stepping out of his boxers and they are naked. In front of one another. And Jens is beautiful. Tall and strong and sculpted in that natural way where there is just a hint of muscle. Soft smooth skin. And his cock is erect. Hard.
Straight up. Thick and strong and Axel wants. His mouth is watering. And Jens grabs him. Hand around his hip, fist in his hair and that tongue is back in his mouth kissing all the oxygen out of his lungs. Making him feel lightheaded and tingly and out of control.
So, he ruts. He grinds. He touches. Hand palming Jens’ cock as he gets pushed towards the bed. Not even breaking the kiss as they bounce on the mattress.
“I want to look after you this time.” Jens whispers. Axel doesn’t know why he is whispering but he makes some crazy noise and looks like he is about to come undone. Horny. In control.