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This will be a night that happens by chance, nothing planned, For both of them one of those nights full of excitement, music and sex.
When Even arrives home and shows him the tickets, Isak is really not interested, and sulks for a while, trying to make Even understand that he is not quite convinced that he wants to go.
"Why can't we just stay home? Make it a quiet evening, and just watch a movie?" Isak asks, his voice almost a whine.
"Let’s do something spontaneous. We can watch Romeo and Juliet for the thousandth time some other day." Even replies, clearly excited by the possibilities.
Sitting on the window sill, Isak lifts his eyes to the ceiling a bit annoyed, crosses his arms, then lowers his face to stare attentively at Even listening to him explain the plan for the evening.
"Look, Monika got four tickets for this concert as a gift. She is going with her friend Hanne. But she had two tickets leftover, which she gave to me as payback for all the times I covered her shifts at the coffee shop."
"I don't know a single song from their playlist. Why would I go see some group I know nothing about?" Isak tries to use logic to make his point, see if he can sway Even to his plan of a quiet evening. But, Even is ready for it.
"I promise we'll have fun. I don't know this group very well either, I've only heard of them a few times. But Monika guaranteed me that they are amazing."
Even walks closer to Isak, places his hands on Isak’s thighs, gently spreading them apart to make room for himself. Pelvis to pelvis. Unleashing all his charm and seductive skills, he tries to convince Isak by starting with a deep kiss on Isak's lips.
"Think of it as an alternative way to spend a few hours together," he reaches his fingers to glide a few, soft caresses on Isak’s neck, some slight pelvic rubbing, his warm tongue depositing traces of saliva on Isak's throat.
Bullseye!
Even knows he’s got Isak’s attention, because his reaction is immediate. Isak gives in, agrees to Even's proposal with a few little pleasure-filled hums from his mouth as Even continues to consume Isak with warm attention and without quarter.
"Okay, okay! We'll go," Isak agrees into Even's mouth, "I give up! Alternative Friday it is!" Isak mouths between little moans, and hitched breaths as Even's lips keep up the persuasion assault on his skin.
"Though—--the concert is still several hours away," Isak adds, promptly jumping down from the windowsill and wrapping his arms around Even's neck, feeling Even’s arms drop and wrap around Isak's hips.
"Soooo—-” Isak proposes, garnering Even’s interested face with his gaze, “we could—you know—?” Isak suggestively hints with a warm teasing voice, and a twitch of his head in the direction of their bedroom, his hips unmistakingly pushing Even backwards in the same direction.
Even doesn’t need to be hinted at twice.
The idle time until they leave becomes a welcomed opportunity to devote themselves to each other between body entanglements and passionate embraces.
A few hours later their evening finally comes to life.
"We’re close." Even says, taking Isak's hand and slotting their fingers, "The next stop will be where we get off."
They stand from their seats, and get off as soon as the doors open, in front of the towering Telenor Arena, brightly illuminated in blue and red lights.
They walk side by side amid a sea of people of all ages, as Even says "Monika has seen a lot of their concerts, they’re well known with fans around the world. It's a very famous group."
"What did you say the name was again?" Isak asks curiously, finally shedding his reticence and relaxing into the novelty of the evening.
"Depeche Mode." Even replies as he takes his cell phone from his jeans’ back pocket, and pulls up the e-tickets to show to the turnstile attendant at the entrance.
"I think the tickets are really good, with a good view of the stage."
The crowd makes it slow going through the entrance. Finally, it’s their turn, they get through the gates, only to find themselves once more in a throng of people. They look for the entrance to the main floor, gate 21, following the crowd heading for the area in front of the stage. Once they reach their sector, they decide to stand closer to the edge of it, near the exits, avoiding joining the crush and squeeze that is the area right beneath the stage, with rabid fans, ready to give their all for their idols.
The atmosphere becomes charged with euphoria, a desire to dance, sing at the top of one's lungs and feel the music on one's skin. It’s infectious. Resting an arm around Isak's shoulders, Even draws Isak in to give him a long kiss on his hair.
"Let's enjoy the concert. I promise you that tonight you will go to sleep happy.” Even whispers-shout over the rising sound of the crowd. Isak relaxes, letting himself enjoy the evening, especially when he’s in Even’s arms. He turns his face toward Even, and kisses him passionately, after drowning in his deep blue eyes.
"Love you!"
"Me too," Even replies, returning to Isak’s lips and deepening his kiss.
Depeche Mode steps on the stage at 21:21 to a thunderous applause and shouts from the audience. With bold, brash but incredibly stylish outfits, Dave Gahan immediately shows his personality and stage presence: leather jacket and pants, red patent leather boots, black sunglasses and various metal accessories give him the look of an eternal rebel.
Isak and Even are impressed by the group's ability to engage their fans and charismatic stage presence. Despite the fact that this is the first time they have heard their music, they are immediately carried away by it and the emotions that only a live concert brings.
'Going backwards' is their first of the set, the psychedelic notes make the audience, Isak and Even included, start singing and clapping in time.
We are not there yet, We have not evolved,
We have no respect, We have lost control,
We're going backwards,
Ignoring the realities,
Going backwards,
Are you counting all the casualties?
Depeche Mode’s song is a combination of intricate rhythm and a perfect blend of vocals, haunting electric keyboards, and drum hits.
"Fuck! I like them!" Isak shouts close to Even ear over the din of the crowd, and the amplified sound, letting his body move sinuously in time to the music. Even is mesmerized by Isak's body, moving and letting go in front of him, something he doesn’t do often. He’s always thought of Isak as hot, but when he let’s go….it’s a whole other level, it hits his eyes, his mind, his heart and his body in a totally different way. He can’t help but smile and start plotting where he could get him alone.
Isak moves closer to Even and begins to rub against him, inviting him to move together silently, his eyebrows raised, and a mischievous smile. When he’s close enough, his backside molding perfectly to Even’s front he asks, "Dance with me, young man." Even catches Isak's hands and begins to move with Isak’s body, letting a feeling of warm and growing arousal pervade him.
"You are incredibly sexy when you move like that." Even confesses in Isak's ear and then sucks greedily on his earlobe. Isak feels an icy shiver start from the back of his neck and run across his back, making his skin heated from his neck to his buttocks. They let the groove of ' A Pain That I'm Used To ' lead them in their sensual dance enjoying all the sensations the bewitching music is giving them.
I'm not sure, What I'm looking for anymore,
I just know, That I'm harder to console,
I don't see who I'm trying to be,
Instead of me, But the key, Is a question of control
One after another, the songs follow each other, accompanied by Gore's warm and powerful voice. First up is the well known 'Somebody ,'
I want somebody who cares, For me passionately
With every thought, And with every breath
followed by the rhythmic 'Just can't get enough,' 'Precious,' the sweet 'World in My Eyes,' the romantic mood of 'Somebody,' and the engaging ' Walking in My Shoes .’
Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes, Try walking in my shoe s
A loud chorus of voices and a sea of hands moving like a wheat field shaken by the wind accompany the notes of ' Never let me down again, '
See the stars, they're shining bright (never let me down)
Everything's alright tonight (never let me down)
followed by an arena-wide chorus joining in singing ' Enjoy the Silence. '
All I ever wanted, All I ever needed, Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary, They can only do harm
Isak and Even abandon themselves to the vibe of the venue, dancing, jumping, clapping their hands, and shouting until they almost lose their voices. The atmosphere is engaging and Depeche Mode overwhelming. Dave is a perfect stage animal.
But, Isak and Even’s senses are completely captured by the first notes of their cover of David Bowie's 'Heroes '
I will be King, And you, You will be my Queen
Though nothing, Will keep us together
We can beat them, Forever and ever
We can be Heroes, Just for one day
They love the original song and its meaning and Martin's arrangement on the guitar is dreamy. "This is one of the best covers I've ever heard.” Even says as he positions more comfortably behind Isak, completely captivated by the music, and hugs him tightly around the hips. "This song is giving me chills," Isak replies.
Curious about the people surrounding them, Even turns his face to the right and sees a couple of young men standing a few meters away. The taller one has platinum bleached hair and is dressed like a rocker: black leather jacket, skinny jeans that bind his long, slender legs, and on his feet a pair of Doc Martens. His chest is perfectly adhered to his lover's back while his arms encircle his hips. His chin is resting on his lover's shoulder, his face buried in his neck where he is placing an interminable sequence of very slow kisses in the small portion of soft skin under his earlobe.
Even looks at them intently as they too move together to the sound of the music from the stage, sinuously swaying their hips in time to 'Heroes.' There’s an air of mystery and of familiarity in looking at them … I will be King, And you, You will be my Queen… the shorter young man holds his partner with his arms, entwining their hands resting on his belly. His eyes are closed, a very sweet smile printed between two dimples on his cheeks, a face that exudes serenity. Caramel-colored curls frame his face, tickling his partner's cheeks. The platinum-haired young man lifts and turns his face to the side, his gaze crossing path with Even's. He takes in Even’s and Isak’s hold, he gives Even a wide smile and then sinks his face back into his lover's neck. Even realizes that he and Isak have been mirroring the same positions and holding onto each other: their hands intertwined, arms around their sides. Even looks at Isak, he too has his eyes closed and is smiling as their bodies are tightly adhering to each other, swaying in time to this romantic song. Even rests his lips on Isak's neck and begins to kiss him as he whispers in his ear "Du er mannen i mitt liv!".
The concert goes on.
They are so captivated by the rhythm and words of the songs. They are so physically close that it almost feels like they are alone in the vast arena space. They stop paying attention to the screams of those around them, their minds no longer care about other people. Isak turns toward Even and rests his chest against his. They embrace and kiss, softly at first, but before long intimate whispers mingle with the notes of 'Home,' becoming moans gradually more heated, along with their passions. Even's blue eyes sparkle with arousal as his hand makes its way to Isak's lower back, He pulls him in tighter, a satisfied hum from Isak into his ear, as Isak comes even closer and Even tightens his arms. Isak invites Even with his mouth to open his lips, slipping his tongue skillfully deeply, entwining it with Even's. They enjoy these intimate moments, breathing into each other's mouths, touching and sliding their bodies over each other. They indulge in their sensations, sharing those movements so tender and familiar, unique even in the midst of a crowd.
A pressing physiological need for Isak interrupts their escalating excitement.
"If I don't go to the restroom right now, I’m going to pee myself, I'll be right back," he warns.
"Okay,” Even replies, rubbing his nose against Isak's nose, resting his cheek with a tender caress of his fingertips, “I'll wait here."
Isak makes his way toward the main hallway where he knows he can find the facilities. As soon as he sees the restroom sign, he enters, finds an open stall at the end of a row, slips inside, closing the door behind him. Feeling relief as he empties his bladder, Isak wants to return to Even. He’s enjoying himself after all he admits. He pulls up his briefs and jeans as soon as he’s done, adjusting his T-shirt, and pushes the door to his stall open. He’s stopped in his tracks, the sight before him is totally unexpected; he opens his eyes wide and lets his mouth fall slightly open, feeling his knees almost give up under him from anticipation. Leaning against the edge of a sink straight in front of his stall is Even, his arms folded across his chest, eyebrows raised, face slightly bent downward. Even's lips turn into a mischievous smile that pairs with his eyes.
Not a word is spoken.
Isak doesn't need Even to tell him anything, he can read it in Even's blown pupils with a tiny band of blue at their edges.
Isak feels as if his skin was set on fire.
The first notes of 'Stripped' come floating in from the arena, as a last fan leaves the restroom, leaving them as the only ones in that cavernous space
Come with me into the trees
We'll lay on the grass and let the hours pass
Take my hand, come back to the land
Let's get away, just for one day
Let me see you stripped
Down to the bone
Isak's green eyes dance lustily as he retreats a step,
Metropolis has nothing on this
You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss
Take my hand, come back to the land
Where everything's ours for a few hours
he holds the door open with his left hand while moving his right arm in an elegant arc, and inclines his head, inviting Even to enter the stall saying, "Mi casa es su casa!"
Even pushes himself off from the sink’s edge, eyes fixed on Isak's groin, runs his tongue over his lower lip holding it for a moment between his teeth, relishing what he knows that does to Isak. His long legs need to take a single step toward the stall and enter.
"I wouldn't exactly call it our home, for now it will do," he comments, quickly closing the stall door and locking it. As he looks down and notices that the door and the stall dividers reach all the way to the floor, he adds "Excellent!"
He turns to Isak, reaching out one hand, threading its fingers through Isak’s soft curls, while resting the other hand on Isak’s hips.
Even bends his head slightly to the side and gives Isak a mischievous wink. Isak feels his blood coursing through his body and the sound amplify in his ears.
The stall is small but they’ve fucked in smaller spaces before. The challenge heightens their need. Silently Even turns Isak to face toward the wall. He slips one leg between his thighs, pressing with his knee he invites Isak to spread his legs apart. He takes hold of both of Isak's wrists, elevating his arms and placing them above his head, palms on the wall. He reaches around Isak’s hips with his arms, reaching for the jeans’ waistband.
“Okay?” he whispers in Isak’s ear. Isak nods.
Even deftly opens the first button, then pulls the two sides decisively, opening all the other buttons. He reaches for his pants and opens them. The sound of the zipper opening behind him, makes Isak's knees shake. He seeks support by craning his head back, resting it on Even’s shoulder, and panting.
Even’s face is so close to Isak’s neck, he begins to lick it below the lobe, slowly he laps up and down his neck barely touching Isak’s skin, just enough to make goosebumps raise everywhere on his body.
Even pushes Isak's pants and boxer briefs down, lowering them to mid-thigh, wrapping his hand deftly around Isak's semi-hardon and bringing it to being as hard as a rock. Isak takes a sharp intake of breath. His ass is at the mercy of Even’s free hand, grabbing and massaging it, while his left hand grips Isak's throbbing dick tightly in his palm. Isak bends his torso forward, resting the side of his face against the coolness of the tiled wall, presenting himself to Even.
Skin on display just for Even, Isak's back sloping, the outline of his spine descending to the world's most perfect ass.
All of it for Even to touch. All of Isak for him to fill.
Even lifts Isak’s T-shirt slightly and slips his hand under it, gliding his fingers and his palm up the expanse of Isak's back, from his ass to his neck and then back down to rest it on his buttocks once again. He feels Isak contract the muscles of his body and then relax them again. Even loves that moment when Isak waits for him to penetrate him, the moment when Even has complete control over Isak's body and Isak begins to beg him to fuck him.
"Even..." whispers Isak, he just wants Even to breach him, he wants to feel him inside of him.
He already looks so broken and Even has barely begun, he pulls a small sachet of lube from his jacket, breaks it open with his teeth. He squeezes a copious amount of lube on the fingers of his right hand, running them through and wetting them thoroughly, then pours as much on his own dick, smearing it on the shiny, taut tip.
They want each other with equal intensity.
"I'm going to fuck you!" whispers Even in Isak's ear.
Isak nods his head, unable to speak, his throat only able to make a choked pant, his heart beating drum-like in his chest. Even crawls his fingers between Isak's ass cheeks, wetting them with lubricant. He can feel how open Isak still is since the afternoon, his hole already so expanded and welcoming. Even fills the air between them, moving closer to Isak so he can rub his dick between his buttocks.
Even's chest clings to Isak's back, he repositions his hips slightly to find his center of gravity and positions his dick cradled between Isak’s cheeks.
Impatiently, Isak swings his hips, an urgent caress to Even's dick with his ass, and a signal that he doesn't want to wait.
He feels Even hard and ready to be pushed into him.
Even lowers his eyes, he cannot help but pause for a few seconds to observe the spectacle before him, Isak just waiting for Even to fill him.
Even licks his lips, his need pushing his body, his mind telling him to take it slow. Isak is tremendously arousing as he offers himself to him.
Even slides two fingers inside Isak, making him moan, there’s very little resistance. Isak is already so loose and open that Even only needs a few scissoring motions to stretch him once more. Isak's hole is moist and swollen.
Even teases and edges Isak by moving his fingers in and out, back and forth and massaging the rim with the fingertip of his thumb, with a few deftly placed teases of the perineum.
Isak moans, more and more, trying to control the volume of the sounds he makes by biting down on his t-shirt. But it is so hard not to be overwhelmed by Even.
Even promptly pulls out his fingers and, helping himself with his hand, aligns the tip of his dick at the entry of Isak's hole and begins to thrust gently. He lets the head in and then slides in slowly until his dick disappears inside Isak. A long warm, guttural moan of pleasure escapes Isak’s lips, as his ass tightens around Even, engulfing him completely. Even can barely breathe as he watches it slowly disappear inside Isak.
A slow slide, millimeter by millimeter.
Even pushes and Isak trembles beneath him.
Even rests his mouth on the nape of Isak's neck, filling it with kisses and long, slow licks. Isak turns his head back toward Even, his face eagerly seeking Even’s mouth. Even indulges him and they begin to suck each other's tongues, nipping at their lips.
Even moves his hand, still wrapped around Isak's dick, jerking it at the same rhythm with which he is fucking him.
Isak feels Even all over, it’s almost overwhelming. He brings his head letting it dangle, his chin to his chest, he wants to watch Even's hand jerking him off.
The sight is perfectly obscene, in the best ways.
Isak turns his head in excitement and presses his hands harder against the wall to anchor himself and not fall to the floor, his knees on the verge of making him melt like jelly.
Even is so hot, his hand so deft at handling him, his hips pushing into him powerfully and in search of his prostate.
Isak's hair is wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead and the nape of his neck, his chest starting to blush, spreading upward onto his shoulder and neck, rising into his face.
"You are so damn delicious, Issi... ."
Even moves in a calm rhythm, slow, deep strokes, and Isak can feel Even's dick go completely through his ass.
He loves the noise Even makes slamming his body against him, and that peculiar sound Even's hand makes as he jerks Isak's dick, using his precum to lubricate the shaft and slide better.
Even pushes with his hips and pumps with his hand. He pushes again and moans along with Isak, he feels so good with Isak's ass around his dick.
"I want to come inside you......" Even says in a low tone. The words make Isak get even harder, his dick almost hurting, he is at the edge of his self-control, he knows he cannot last much longer.
"Even, please, faster... " Isak moans. His heart beating wildly, he struggles to breathe, his legs no longer have the strength to hold him up. The muscles in his thighs burn. Isak is shattered and panting relentlessly. He trembles with the desperate need to come.
Even wraps his arm around Isak’s chest tightly, anchoring him to himself, giving Isak just enough support not to fall. He holds Isak against his body. Even makes a choking sound in his throat as he reaches his climax and explodes a copious amount of cum into Isak's ass, filling him up.
Every cell in Even's body, every nerve in his body turned on, every hair standing on end, his nipples hardening, and Isak's grip around his dick making him feel otherworldly.
Isak tumbles over his edge, he comes filling Even's hand with strands of warm, milky cum. The liquid leaks out of Even's palm dripping onto the floor between their feet.
Slowly Even steps back sliding out of Isak. He lays his chest against Isak’s back, tightening both his arms around Isak's chest supporting each other.
Their chests expanding and contracting rapidly.
They tremble and vibrate, little shivers running through their bodies.
Isak tries to speak and is surprised that he can.
"Even..." Isak whispers.
Even is still shaking, panting, sweating, his body tense, his face swollen and red, and Isak feels like the luckiest man in the world to be able to see Even give himself. "Isak..." Even manages to reply in a similar breathless whisper, the most beautiful gratification and sign of love he can receive when Even calls his name overwhelmed in the best of ways.
Slowly Isak turns toward Even leaning his back against the wall, as Even crashes his mouth on his lips kissing him passionately and gratefully.
When they pull apart they look at each other and smile mischievously.
"Alternate Friday?" Isak says, holding Even’s gaze.
"I promised, you would enjoy yourself. Promise kept Valtersen." Even snickers and then quietly laughs, one of those really infectious laughs that Isak loves, shattering him in the best of ways, releasing the tension that always comes with tempting fate in a public venue.
When their quiet laughter finally subsides, they don’t have any care in the world. The world could come crashing down.
They stay close, embraced, without moving for a few more silent minutes. They try to clean themselves as best they can, eventually opening the stall door, and making their way out of the restroom to return to the Arena.
"We should go to concerts more often." Isak says, offering his hand to Even, who takes it and shakes it in his.
"Hmm, but next time let's find a restroom big enough for two grown men."
Isak's eyes slide over Even's face as Dave Gahan's voice begins to intone ' A question of lust '
Fragile, like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me, I'd never willingly do you harm
Apologies are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child, you make me smile when you care for me
And you know, It's a question of lust, it's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting what we've built up crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more, That keep us together