Graduation Night [Or What Happen to Isaac and Fried] // NSFW

For a moment, it felt like Friedrich’s brain short-circuited. Maybe it was the alcohol now taking its effect in his system, or the way Isaac had just kissed him, leaving him breathless and hungry for more but for the life of him, Fried could not think of a single answer to that simple question. Heck, maybe it was the way Isaac had just said ‘I really love you’ that made him lose the rest of his bearings and just want to take him right here and now.

Where to go?

He’d seen some others walk out of the party, so the barracks were out of the question. The only other place he could think of was less than stellar… but he suppose it would have to do. “Follow me, I think I have an idea”, he says, pulling the smaller of the two along. It’s hard to keep his hands to himself; he constantly reaches for the other, running his fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, pressing tender kisses along every inch of skin he could reach in their hurried escape.

They make it (albeit eventually) to a small hill overlooking the training grounds where they’d spent their days working on hand-to-hand combat. In the light of the evening, everything seems calm, like this place was meant to be a painted landscape more than a military base.

“I’m pretty sure no one will disturb us here,” he explains, wrapping his arms around Isaac from behind, “we’ll have all the time in the world”.

He followed the older boy, looking around and wondering where they were going, distracted by Fred's kisses and kissing him back, before he finally recognise the place, nodding as he approve of the idea. No one would disturb them here. With Fred's alcool in the punch a lot of soldiers may have end up in the dorms and with their states Isaac didn't want to make a show in front of his friends.

Even if they were really close to give them a show when they were dancing. Blushing again at the memory he shaked his head and looked back at Fred after expecting the place with a look. That guy was very smart, he knew that from a lot time ago, but he kept being surprised by him. Maybe that was an aspect he had immediatly loved about him.

"It's perfect," he smiled and turned around in the other's arms, reaching for his nape, pulling him down to kiss him again. The guy was so tall he always had to pull him at his level.

"Exactly all the time we need" he whispered against his lips, caressing his neck to his torso and slowly opening his shirt one button by one button, at least the first's ones was already open.

He got closer and kissed is neck getting the collar out of the way with one hand, licking the skin to his ear.

"That was quite cheesy, but I like your flirting style" he said giggling slowly.

“I’m the king of cheese” he says with a chuckle. The cold night hair hits his chest like a cold shower; his previously heated skin now became covered with goose-flesh. It wasn’t all that unpleasant, however. The contract between Isaac’s warmth and the cold made him shiver, although part of this was due to anticipation. Despite this, their next kiss was slow, deliberate. The frenzy from before calmed ever-so-slightly to give way to the emotions that lay beneath; the feelings that had been developing over time and that now fueled both their actions.

Fried sighed as Isaac kisses his neck, every touch fueling the heat forming in the pit of his stomach. It was easy to forget the Squad’s prodigy was actually quite a bit younger than he was. Perhaps what they said about ‘making up for experience with fervor’ was true after all. His hands slip to the hem of Isaac’s dress shirt, fingers reaching to brush the softness of his sides. As he moves up, he pulls the shirt along, exposing the skin beneath. He doesn’t stop until he lifts the shirt above the other’s head, throwing it aside to be forgotten for the remainder of the night. Scars and bruises from training mar the brunette’s chest but to Fried, it’s nothing short of beautiful. Fingers come to brush gently against the traces of their training, only exploring for now. The action held a sort of intimacy Friedrich seldom gave to any lovers.

Fried’s eyes flicker up to meet brown eyes; the boy’s glasses momentarily catch the moon’s light, given them an surreal glow. It really made no sense how Fried found himself falling for the boy, that a mere eye contact, in this moment, now meant the world to him.

He had finished undoing all the buttons of the shirt, and he was caressing the smooth skin reacting at his touch, smiling lightly as he felt the goose-bumps. He was briefly shaking sightly himself under his hands. He hadn't noticed the night was quite cold. He wanted more of Fred' warmth but he had to pull himself away from Fried' to let him get his shirt out of the way.

He sighed as the cold got under his skin, closing his arms on himself and looking at his feet, being a little embarassed. He jumped a little, surprised by the warm touch, caressing the traces left by the training. He looked at him for a brief moment before he steped closer and reach for his shoulders. He slides the shirt down his back, slowly caressing his arms as it slided lower until he let it fall on the ground.

He looked back at him again. Breathing slowly and a little nervous. Since the moment he saw him he hadn't stop looking after him. Just loving him a little more each day, slowly learning more about eachother. He smiled slowly, the moon was so bright it was reflecting in his hair, bringing his hand in them and caressed his cheek tenderly after.

He never thought he would started to love him back. He was younger then him and was always outsmarting him with his flirthing techniques. He had always see them as jokes at first, maybe that's was they really was at the beginning. Before he started to finally flirt back with subtility once he had been confident enough and knew how Fried was.

He kept smiling and got closer to share the body heat, he was still freezing even if Fred's look was making him fall for him all over again it wasn't going to warm him up.

"Yeah you can be the king of cheese and I can be the queen of ice," he laughed softly. "and I'm quite freezing right now," he said caressing the bottom of is back with his other hand.

With Isaac’s help, he shrugs off the remainder of his dress shirt, a new source of heat now coursing through his veins and making him forget the slight chill of the night. He seems those mesmerizing brown eyes flicker over to his uncovered body and can only smirk. It had always been easy for Fried to get people to look at him, desire him. With ‘Zac however, the other’s eyes made him feel more than desired, as well as vulnerable at times, like he sought out the other’s approval in some twisted way. What was the point of being with someone if you couldn’t captive their attention and fulfill their every desire? And Friedrich aimed to do just that.

He laughs softly at the words; “Worry not, fair Queen,” he says, cupping Isaac’s face with both his hands, “I’ll warm you up so fast you’ll melt in an instant.” He hopes his words sound more seductive than cheesy this time; it was hard to think of anything this close to the other boy. He closes the distance between them once more, lips slowly moving against the others and coaxing him along. Isaac’s kisses taste of summer. Not the summers they had to train through with blood, sweat and tears. No, it was the summers from his childhood with earthy and floral smells all over the place. He almost wanted to smack himself in the face for thinking such things but at the moment, it was much better to keep hungrily kissing his lover.

His hands trail back down Isaac’s chest, fingertips drawing inane patterns as they descend and occasionally using his nails to grazing the skin teasingly. Fried only breaks their kiss once his hands reach the hem of the other’s pants, running his thumb playfully over the skin right above it.

“You know,” he says, slightly breathless, “You make it extremely hard to keep my hands off of you”. A short chuckle escapes him before he leans forwards, pressing his lips to Isaac’s cheeks, moving slowly to his ear where he huskily whispers what seems like nonsense about how he drives Friedrich absolutely crazy. He takes his time to drag him lips along the others pulse. Reaching Isaac’s collarbone, Fried bites down suddenly, leaving a light mark behind. He sucks lightly as it, unable to keep a smirk from spreading across his lips.

He believed him instantly on his words. It was a little embarassing to be called a queen, but he didn't say aything on it, anyway his words were cheesy, but his warm hands against is cheeks and his voice make up for it. He went on his tiptoes to meet the kiss, sliping his hand on the taller's nape to keep him on is level instead and insist more easily on the lips he wasn't ready to let go yet.

He couldn't think of anything at that moment. Only Fred was important and that was the only anchor he had to remind him of the situation, gasping against his lips as he felt the nails on his skin. He silence himself by tenderly biting Fred's lower lip between his teeth, opening his mouth a little before letting in go and slipping his tongue in the other's mouth. He finally let go at Fred's lead and looked at him, shivering by the touch and approching his hips against his. He was being such a tease with his touch.

"I'm the one making it hard?" he answered with a soft laugh, obviously not buying it. He felt so lost and wanted Fred's so much that even him who was so smart and always had a plan was only acting on his instincts. "You should see yourself, I'm totally losing it" he confessed before he bit his lower lip to silence a whimper. He damned the other's voice and words. It wasn't the first time he had done something like that. He just had to remember when they were paired together for training and Fred would always pinned him on the ground suggestively, whispering his desires in his ear to distracted him. Truth was, he let him do it, but anyway, they were both enjoying it.

The bite got him out of his thoughts, moaning at the little pain it gave. He caressed his back with his hand, feeling the scar under his fingers. He was happy Fred had survive, otherwise he would have never met him. Sometimes he wonder how he would have turned out without him. He looked down and noticed the smirk, laughing back he kissed him on his head, that was such a contrast to give an innocent kiss on his head.

Maybe it was more like a warning, locking his leg behind Fred' own and pushed him on the ground, cautious as none of them would get hurt. Pround of himself for turning the situation around he sat down on him with a big smile and bend over his body, nuzzling his neck before licking the skin and kissing it gently, going up to his ear when he tilt his head to roll the lobe between his teeth.

"You. Mister. Are. Such. A. Tease," he whispered each word slowly kissing his face until he got his lips again kissing then hungrily has he rolled is hips against his, feeling his excitement and smiling victorious. They were going to have so much fun.

Their kisses are frenzied now; teeth biting at lips and tongues sliding against one another in a pleasurable yet dizzying mix. Friedrich feels overheated, most of that heat pooling between his legs and making his pants feel tighter than he remembered them being.

He moans against Isaac’s skin as he feels a hand running over the scar of his back. It had always been sensitive to the touch but in these more intimate moments, Isaac’s touch send shivers down his spine, edging him on in his ministrations.

Friedrich didn’t exactly expect what happen next. Surprised, his breath his knocked right out of him as his back hits the ground. It was not as harsh as the falls he’d taken while facing Isaac in training but he might be a little sore (amongst other things) in the morning. Looking up to meet Isaac’s gaze, Fred could practically feel the breath being knocked out of him yet again. Those eyes he’d always considered to look naive were clouded with arousal, pupils dilated, taking in every detail that was laid out before him. The sudden turning of tables was yet another instance to prove that behind that seemingly calm and innocent front, the younger boy was just as eager to feel, experiment, fuck, and love as Friedrich.

The tender kisses and lingering licks drive him absolutely insane. In the year they had been together, Isaac had mastered the ‘Ways to make Friedrich Want to Rip Your Clothes Off and Fuck You’ techniques and was having way too much fun exploiting this. Dammit.

Before he can formulate a witty reply (as well as a plan), Isaac’s hips roll against his, eliciting a low moan from him. Despite the clothing still between them, the friction felt heavenly. Plus, the smile on Isaac was only making things better. That mischievous grin Friedrich now knew to be the sign that the other was thoroughly enjoying himself and looking forward to more. Friedrich smirks right back at him, setting his hands on Isaac’s hips and rolling his hips upwards slowly, dragging out the friction just enough to give the other a taste of what was to come but not enough for him to be satisfied. He repeats the motion, groaning at the feeling of it and trying not to lose himself to it quite yet.

“You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying my teasing though, ‘Zac~” he gives a particularly hard thrust upwards, increasing the frictions just this once before returning to his usual motions. “Is there somewhere you’d like me to touch? Some place that would help you feel better?” As he says this, his hands slip to the front of Isaac’s dress pants, tracing the now apparent bulge with a single finger. It was hard to keep himself from just tearing down the remainder of his lover’s clothes at the sight of him; toned muscles, a light blush over his skin, messy hair. Nonetheless, Friedrich manages to take his time unbuttoning the top of Isaac’s pants just enough to slip his hand inside to press directly between his legs. He rubs lightly against the other’s cock, making sure to keep the touches pleasurable but still frustratingly fleeting.

He smiled even more at the moan he extract from Fred, he really was enjoying the friction even if they were still wearing clothes. He backed up his head, still smiling at the other until he felt his hands on his hips, growling as the friction wasn't satisying enough. He tried rolling his hips back against him, but Fred's hands was maintaining him in place.

"You really think this is-" he cut himself, moaning at the thrust before groaning as he had missed his chance to keep the pressure against him. "Urgh, that was teaaase," he whined, pouting as he still couldn't trust back. Sometimes he wondered if Fred was some kind of masochist, always teasing and taking a minimum of pleasure where he could have so much more.

He sighed as he felt the other's hand slip at his front. He slip a hand in his hair, wondering if he should take his glasses off now, but decide to keep them a little longer.

"I think you just found one of those places" he panted slowly, bitting his lower lip as he looked at him undoing his pants, oh so slowly again. He opened his mouth to say more once the pants was unbuttoned, but the contact cut the words at his throat and let out a moan instead, his hips jerking against his hand.

His hands on the ground he was trying to move his hips, but the other kept torturing him, groaning frustated as he wasn't satisfied yet. "That's so unfair," he whined before steadying himself, glaring at Fred. He wanted him to talk? Alright, fine, he could totally do that even if the taller knew totally well that embarassed him so much.

He tried to hide the blush that was flaming to his ears and nape and moved his hips back, retreating his upper body from Fred. Well sit he looked at him still a little pissed before sliping his own hand against Fred's one in his pants, his other hand undoing the taller's pants easily.

"I could definetly feel better with a little less teasing," he began, undoing the belt. "Otherwise you know pretty well I'm more sensible where one of your hand actually is" squeezing it gently with his own before removing his own hand, caressing his torso. "the inside of the hip too, oh and the neck, the ears are definetly something" he kept saying as he caressed all the place he was saying. "the thighs.. mh.. what else?"

At this point he had opened Fred's pants with his other hand and had put is cock out of his underwear, strocking slowly as he was caressing himself still talking.

"There's also a place inside, but I don't only want your fingers to go there," he finished smiling and definetly panting at this point, damn that view of Fred was amazingly sexy.

Fred was currently quite pleased with himself. For one, he’d managed to get Isaac embarrassed, which mind you is both adorable as well as sexy; the pink dusting his cheeks, his ruffled hair and the wait his breath caught were enough to send Fried into a frenzy. Now, couple that with the fact he’d also gotten quite a few interesting words out of the brunet and that now his pants were undone and you got a very, very, amused Fried. It’s not like he tried to hide this either.

The eldest smirked as he felt the other undo his belt and slide a hand in. His hips made on last, tortuous roll against Isaac’s before he halted his movements, letting the other take out his cock. Besides, with Isaac now guiding his hand’s movements against his own cock, it was hard to focus on anything else. As much as others believed Fried to be the one seducing Isaac, it was often the other way around. How was he supposed to think straight with the shorter boy so flustered and straddling him? Moreover, how could he not feel compelled to abide to every suggestive word and action from his lover’s answer?

His breath catches at the other’s touch against his cock, now skilled hands knowing just how to work him. “Well,” he starts, voice gaining a certain husky tone, "If you don’t mind, I’ll do some exploring of my own them~” As he finishes his sentence, he bats Isaac’s hands away, replacing them with his own, running his hands all over the other boy.

But of course, this was not nearly enough.

Quickly, Fred flips them over, pinning the shorter young man’s hands over his head with one of his. Although Isaac was far more agile than he was, Fried had the strength to make up for his lack of flexibility.

“Let’s see just how sensitive the parts you just innumerated are~” he says right into Isaac’s ear. From there, he kisses along the shell of his lover’s ear, playfully biting at the lobe and blowing hot air when he pulls back. With his free hand, he runs his fingers lightly along the other’s side, sending shivers running across his skin. His skin is so soft beneath him, he thinks as his lips trail along his neck, occasionally nibbling the reddened skin. It’s such a strange contrast to the harsh training they had to go through.

He let’s go of Isaac’s hand and decided to edge further down with his hands and lips. His fingers run dangerously low along the others stomach until they reach the hem of Isaac’s pants and pull them down and off. Meanwhile, his lips are busy distracting the other by latching onto an erect nipple and sucking at it until his lovers his writhing beneath him. His kisses trail further down, licking and biting along Isaac’s stomach until lips meet the waistband of the only garment Isaac is still wearing.

He looks up at the other them, lust clear in his eyes and his trademark smirk plastered to his lips. “Tell me where you want me, Love.” he demands, warm breath directly brushing against the other’s cock. “Is this where the squad’s number one trainee oh so desperately wants to be touched~?”

He was quite surprised as his lover answered back so confident even when he was the one on the ground, letting him bat his hand away, keeping his hands beside him as he leaned his body closer to Fred's as he caressed his skin covering itself of goosebumps. Not seeing his plan at all as he didn't had the time to react as he was suddenly the one on the ground.

He opened his eyes to look at Fred with a little smile the congrulate him for out-smarting him, moving his hands as he felt his writs stuck under his lover's hand. He pulled on them to test the strenght of the grip, satisfied as he couldn't free himself easily, even if he could he wouldn't because it was more fun that way sometimes and he knew Fred was stronger then him, not surprising when he look at his arms.

He had lost himself in his thoughts but was quickly brought back by Fred's voice, shivering in anticipation, thinking suddenly that he was kind of fucked as he didn't planned this part. Should have seen it coming though, seems like he had talked to much as his lover was true to his words, leaving him with moans and his ears burning under the sensation of his mouth, so warm and going on his neck, streatching it to leave more place for him to play with. His body shivering under the familiar touch as he breathed out shakily.

He looked up when he felt Fred letting go of his wrist, just making sure he was feeling right and bring his hands to him, one of them slipping behind Fred's head, caressing his hair while his other hand was on his back. He gasped, arching his back towards his boyfriend and lift his hips at the same time, one for the feeling of his mouth sucking his skin and two because he could feel Fred fighting with his pants, trying to pulled them down which was quite difficult with his hips on the ground. He kicked his pants away once their were pulled down, slipping his legs back at either side of Fred, which having him in the middle while he was heading towards his cock was the greatest view ever, leaving him breathless as he looked down at him, lifting his upper body on his elbows so he wouldn't hurt his neck.

He pulled his hair backward, not enough to hurt him as it wasn't his point, smiling back at that familiar smirk as he could see it better like that.

"You're really going to call me that?" he laughed, remembering his surprised reaction when he was called at the number one, Lars right behind him and felt a little satisfaction as they were so competitive over the last three years.

Weird too think they had finally end their training he though, but didn't want to say it out lound as this really wasn't the good time to talk about it.

"I... don't think you got stuff for.. serious things, right?" he said unsure, hoping he would understand as he really wasn't really clear with his things and stuff. Though he wanted to ask anyway just to make sure, because really he didn't know how Fred could have bring that kind of stuff or if he did he really, but really, was prepared for every occasion.

But in their situation it was easy to understand he told himself. Grewing tired of being far from him he bent his upper body over Fred's, still caressing his hair and nape, he couldn't see his face anymore, but could definetly still feel his mouth over his skin.

"I'm not that desperate.." he whispered to convince himself and not be embarassed about it. Bringing some confidence to talk out lound again. He felt shy in those moments to talk to Fred about what he wanted, he would always ask him at one moment when they were in those situations, telling himself his lover must have a dirty talking kink or something.

"I want you.." he breathed out as he thought about his answer, bending his back more to nuzzle the brown hair, tilting his head to be closer to the other's ear. "I want your mouth right there Fried... sucking me off just enough so you can't even smirk anymore and knowing at any moment I could turn things around and fuck your mouth myself" he whispered at the end smiling without even noticing he was doing it.

He let his body fall back on his back, so if Fred' decide to do what he did he would have more place. His place slipping on his body towards his underwear, pulling them dow slowly and caressed his thights when he couldn't continue the movement as Fred was blocking him.

"A little help?"