Petulant ✔︎

6

Gunnar stared at the ceiling as the man grunted in frustration on the floor next to the bed. He didn't know if to admire his stubbornness or hate it. His hands were folded over the furs gripping them. He was fighting with himself the best as he could to stay on the bed. His back was aching from carrying the wood, and all he wanted was the other man to gather him in his arms.

Another grunt was heard from below the bed, and he could feel the giddiness. Gunnar could feel the victory at his fingerprints, just close enough if he wanted to reach out. He heard the sigh from his side and side-eyed the darkness. The silhouette cast a shadow over his arm. Then he felt the cold fingers pushing him to make space. Gunnar swallowed with want. His breathing picked up. But of course, he turned on his side and moved to make space for the buff man.

He felt the man slide behind him, still keeping some space. Gunnar clenched his fingers over his tunic. He wanted to reach out. Cover the space between them and nuzzle into the hard muscles. But Gorm stayed away. The man loved torturing him, it seemed. As his brother said, Gorm was only loyal to Irvina, the rest of the mortals only seemed to stand in the way. That made him jealous. It always did. He hated to admit he was jealous of the way Gorm followed Irvina. With that clear devotion burning inside his eyes. With those strong hands of his always picking her up, shielding her as much as he could. With Gunnar, those hands were probably ready to bash his head not pick him up.

Suddenly he felt the flutter of fingerprints over his covered arm. An involuntary shiver passed through him. He felt Gorm press against him. His muscular chest flush against his side. His strong arm wrapped around him pulling him even tighter to his chest. His rough beard, scraping his neck.

Gunnar sighed in satisfaction, "Took you long enough." Gorm scoffed. Something he did often around the prince. His hand pushed through his long dirty blonde hair, and he pushed it out of the way. Just so he could push his head more into Gunnar's neck. Gunnar shivered as he felt the breath ghost his skin. His eyes closed with satisfaction. A small smile graced his lips as the warmth surrounded him.

"You can admit that you like to cuddle me," he said with fake exasperation. Gorm huffed, the air making goosebumps appear on his skin. Gunnar shivered again.

His lips trailed over his neck. Feather like touch until they reached his ear, "You need to stop talking." He pulled Gunnar even tighter until either of them knew where the other started and ended. Gunnar bit his lips to stop the moan from breaking out his mouth.

Gorm hid his head back into the warm neck. Gunnar knew that his pulse was fast, but Gorm didn't utter a complaint. His heart was beating fast, and he felt as if it was going to fly out of his chest. Gorm caressed his chest through his fabric. Making his stomach tighten.

"Tomorrow we go hunt. Odin knows you've been starving yourself!" Gunnar felt the fluttering in his stomach once more. Whenever Gorm came butterflies were a state he had through every day. Especially when the man did things like taking care of him, or when he kissed his skin as he did just now. He shuddered as the lips peppered his skin. His heart picked up speed even more than before.

Gorm rasped out, "You can sleep, you've got your way for today." A grin reached Gunnar's lips at the confirmation. He cuddled back into the buff man and let sleep overtake him. Of course, he dreamed about him, he always did.