Moments

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Even awakens slowly, blinking into a cloud of soft, blonde curls, and smiles. He's been smiling a lot, surely much more than he ever has before. His cheeks are sore from it, his belly tight from all the laughter. It's a terrifyingly good place to be, happiness. It's fragile and beautiful like handspun glass, and he cherishes it.

Isak is tucked against him, his back to Even's front, his head resting on Even's arm. He is sound asleep. Even can tell by the light in the room that it's already after noon. If he let him, Isak would sleep until three or even four. On any other Sunday, he would let him but today is special.

In a few hours, everyone is coming over for an early, Sunday dinner. Even is making pytt i panne, at Eskild's request.

When the "super squad" – Isak's new term for the combined groups of friends – heard that Even was making it from scratch, they'd all invited themselves. It would be a dinner for twelve, though Even plans to make enough for twenty. Just in case. So, he and Isak need to hit the market for ingredients, which means waking him up.

Even learned early on that Isak is not a morning person, even if his morning starts in the afternoon. He's found two sure-fire methods of getting him up, though.

One method is to yank the duvet off of him.

It's cruel but effective. Isak is a snuggler. He gets cold at night, and burrows for warmth like a reptile. It's cute and Even teases him about it all the time.

Which reminds him, they need to get a bigger duvet. Even usually wakes up uncovered and freezing his nips off. He's taken to sleeping in actual clothes, which has never been his preference. Although, in this apartment, it's almost prudent. Eskild has zero boundaries when it comes to the sanctuary of Isak's room. They've started locking the door every night.

Isak mumbles something in his sleep and turns into Even, his lips tantalizingly pursed.

Jesus fuck, he is gorgeous.

He's so close that Even can count the lashes fanned out across his cheeks. He looks so innocent. The barely-visible fuzz that shades the outline of Isak's jaw gleams golden in the light. He's almost gilded, touched by the hand of something divine. Even can only stare.

ISAK: [his eyes still closed] You're being creepy.

EVEN: [smiling] Am I?

ISAK: [cracking open one eye] What are you staring at?

EVEN: [nuzzling Isak's nose with his own] My gorgeous boyfriend.

ISAK: [sighing, snuggling closer] That's okay, then.

Even revels in the feel of Isak's limbs heavy over him and wraps an arm around Isak's back, pulling him in further. Isak tucks his head under Even's chin and Even thinks, maybe, he could live in this moment forever. This one right here.

Isak's stomach growls, and it's loud.

ISAK: [laughing] Sorry.

EVEN: Sounds like it's food o'clock.

ISAK: I'm so sleepy, still. But, yeah, I'm starving.

EVEN: Well, we need to do some grocery shopping.

ISAK: [leaning back, his eyes still a bit droopy as he blinks up] We do?

EVEN: [nods] Your super crew dinner.

ISAK: [eyes widening] Super squad, and I almost forgot.

EVEN: I didn't.

ISAK: [brows knitting] Are you sure you're up to cooking for everyone?