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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      Finland_(Hetalia)/Sweden_(Hetalia)
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Phone_Sex, Frottage, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Sexting, Some_Humor, Alternate_Universe_-_Human
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-26 Words: 4042
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by orphan_account
Summary
     Sex is as good excuse as any to put off studying for Physics.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Timo absolutely loathed Physics. This was a fact only cemented further by the
large workload for that weekend, right before a major exam, which ensured he'd
have no time for a social life. That meant no hanging out with Eduard or his
many close friends and no romantic dinner date with Berwald. Great. Just
lovely. He thought he was finally free, he thought he could squeeze in a well-
deserved break and a trip to his boyfriend's apartment. He had been aching so
desperately to be fucked after the busy week, but now he had an even busier
weekend. 

If he didn't get a break sometime soon, he might snap. Or simply just set aside
his studying to get in a little personal time with Berwald, even if it means
just giving and receiving head. 

Why was he thinking about this? He was just getting more frustrated and horny.
Groaning, he shook his head quickly. He ought to get started. Maybe Sunday will
be his saving grace. Taking his cellphone out of his pocket, he pulled up
Berwald's contact and sent him a text.

No dates this weekend for me. My hair is going to be whiter than Gilbert's by
the time I'm done with this class.

Timo stretched out, mentally preparing himself for the bout of insanity he was
about to go through. He had to designate a certain amount of time today, knock
out the easier homework after a meal break, then get in another hour or so of
review. Do that tonight and tomorrow and Sunday evening should be free. He
hoped. A little noise from his phone and he smiled a bit. Berwald would relax
him before he got started, he always did. He'd give him words of encouragement,
things he wouldn't exactly be able to say to his face, and would tell him it'd
be okay, that they had plenty of times for dates.

I'll buy the hair dye. 
Good luck. I wish I could break the pom-poms out for you and give you a more
sophisticated cheer.

At that, Timo laughed. His boyfriend was a riot. He might not look it, being
twenty two, standing at over six feet tall and rather fit, with a permanent
glare to top it all off. Even Timo was still unsettled by the glare (which he
"affectionately" called a look that would rival Lordi), but he knew Berwald
wouldn't hurt a fly. Unless said fly decided to try and bother Timo, then that
would be a different story. A smile still graced his face as he answered his
boyfriend, already in better spirits.

Thanks. And what a beautiful mental image. I'll treasure it always, Ber Bear. 
If I have any time Sunday, you better bring me vodka and give me a nice
massage.

Good.
Don't worry. You'll get that and more.

Timo blushed. Saying such words -- did Berwald even know just horny he was? He
doubted he did. Did Berwald ever get sexually frustrated? It was difficult to
say. Timo could only assume so, since Berwald admitted to always having been
attracted to the Finn since they first met. Fuck, just thinking about Berwald
being sexually frustrated was turning him on. How would he act if he let go of
his remarkable self-control? Almost bestial, no doubt. The man was so strong
(not that Timo wasn't when it mattered). He would be able to just scoop Timo
right up, pin him to the bed, take his clothes off in one sweep of his hands.

Dammit. This was too fucking much. He was already getting hard, blush still on
his face. Berwald didn't even do that, just simply implied that Timo would get
more than a massage and his mind took off with it and ran. 

I hope that's a promise.

Licking his lips, Timo sat up. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to
concentrate. He was already giving in. He could afford a dirty round of
exchanges via text -- it wasn't like he hadn't tortured Berwald with it before.
Getting his work off his bed, he got comfortable, allowing himself to take his
time with the situation.

It is. You might not be walking straight to your exam.

Fuck, that's just what he wanted. Biting his lower lip, he spread his legs,
unbuttoning his pants. Before he even had the chance, he saw 'loading media
message' on the screen and held his breath. Once the message connected, Timo
just about melted into the bed. The sight of Berwald's hard cock out on display
was so perfect.Just what he wanted to see. He can already imagine the taste,
how it'd feel to have his lips and tongue running over it. 

He couldn't keep Berwald waiting, though. He'd be such a terrible boyfriend if
he did that at a time like this. Setting his phone down briefly, he quickly got
undressed, laying back down and stroking himself. Timo gave himself the
pleasure of looking at the picture of Berwald's cock before he got ready for
one of his own. He wasn't the best at looking sexy, in his mind, but he wasn't
caring about how perfect it was. He made sure he held up the phone as far as he
could, wanting Berwald to see his expression and his hard cock, spread thighs.
He sent it straight after, leaning up and licking two fingers before working
them inside of his ass. His cock twitched and he moaned, feeling the rush of
pleasure go through his body. Timo relished and smiled when he got another
picture, this time Berwald including his face, the intense look capture even on
a cellphone's camera. Timo groaned again, imagining Berwald stroking his cock
to his picture and feeling another rush. It was so exciting, just that
thought, knowing Berwald was getting off to him. Curling his fingers, he sat up
on his knees, setting the phone down on the bed as he fingered himself, not
really caring how well the pictures came out, just so long Berwald could see
it. 

After the image sent, he was rewarded with his phone ringing. Timo checked it,
and sure enough, Berwald was calling. Without wasting time, he answered it,
breathless as he held the phone up and pressed into the mattress. 

"Ber-waaaald, God, why are you doing this to me?" Timo asked, panting and
quickly thrusting his fingers in faster. Berwald grunted on the other line and
Timo felt just hearing the man could have made him come.

"Fan, I need ta b'nside ya..." Berwald groaned, Timo's question (largely
rhetorical anyway) going unanswered. A loud moan was heard and Berwald could
feel his balls tighten, his stroking sped up. He wasn't going to last. He had
been wanting to fuck Timo, wanted to hear his name as he made the headboard hit
the wall. There was the unmistakable squeaking coming from Timo rocking his own
bed, obviously trying to fuck himself with his fingers as deeply as he could
get.

But it'd never be deep enough.

"I need you! I need you to fuck me!" he hollered, his grip on the phone
loosening. He let it go to support himself, his cock pressing against the
mattress a bit more as he rocked back and forth, his imagination doing wonders
for the situation. Timo wanted to squeeze himself, wanted to jerk himself off,
but he wanted to keep the illusion of Berwald fucking him in any way he could
make it work. 

Speeding up, Berwald bucked into his hand, the squeaking of Timo's bed now
louder. He could tell just from that and the exasperated groans that Timo
didn't feel full. How could he? While slightly pudgy, his fingers were no way
able to reach as deep as Berwald's. They weren't thick like his, didn't know
how to angle and strike against all the right spots. Berwald knew Timo better
than Timo knew himself. The man knows just what got him off and it's driving
him crazy.

"Think 'bout me. Think 'bout me fingerin' ya," Berwald whispered, grunting
again as he squeezed his cock. Timo whined, but he complied all the same,
letting his imagination run wild, forcing a third finger inside just so he
could mimic some sort of thickness. The third finger made it all feel better,
Timo leaning into the bed and using his free hand to jerk his cock quickly,
rocking back and forth.

"Oh, God!" Timo shouted, shaking a bit as he tried keeping the rhythm. His mind
kept thinking about Berwald, Berwald teasing him like that and not fucking him,
preparing him to take it as deep as possible. Crying out again, he breathed
harder, moving faster and faster. Berwald groaned at how wonderful Timo
sounded, even through the phone, which was now on speaker as he jerked off in
his seat, gripping the arm. 

"Gonna come," Berwald groaned, gritting his teeth and inhaling sharply. He
could hear a chorus of Timo begging for it, saying he wanted to taste it and
feel it deep inside of him, wanted both things so badly. It set Berwald off,
his knuckles white as he came hard, strips of cum getting on his stomach. He
didn't settle down, the tension that had built up over the week finally letting
loose. He let out a sigh as soon as it all ended for him, shaky and completely
intent on listening to Timo in the heat of it all.

He didn't have to wait long. Timo thrust his fingers deep inside of him, no
longer jerking himself off. Listening to Berwald and imagining him coming deep
inside him was the one thing that could have made this long wait all worth it.
He pressed into his palm, moaning hard and loud enough so his boyfriend would
certainly hear, dragging the man's name out. He made a good mess of his hand
and the bed, his fingers slipping out and his hand clutching the sheets. He
rocked a few times, cum rolling down the head, his breathing still heavy and
his heart pounding from the excitement.

Almost dizzy, he eventually came to a stop, sweaty and overheated.

Timo didn't notice the call had ended until he got a notification. He almost
felt offended, but once he glanced over to his phone, he had seen it was for a
good cause. Berwald gifted him with the image of his not-yet soft cock and the
cum on his toned stomach, everything on display. It looked so delicious and he
licked his lips at the sight, wiping his cleaner hand off to grab his phone.

I'm coming to pick you up.

Well, Timo couldn't say no to that. Biting his lower lip, he moved to sit up,
exiting out and turning the camera on. He snapped a picture of the mess he made
of the bed and his hand, sending it with a coy, I'll be waiting.

He wasted no time in cleaning up, throwing his sheets in the hamper, and
getting changed in one of his sexier outfits. Thank God his parents weren't
home yet. They wouldn't be for a few hours, but he always opted to go to
Berwald's. Never would he say yes to having sex in his room, not unless he knew
his parents were going to be out of town (and rarely, if ever, did that
happen). Timo didn't both with his hair, he simply washed his hands once more,
left his room as-is, and waited impatiently for Berwald to pull up.

As soon as he saw his sleek Volvo, Timo was out of the door, locking it and
rushing over. He pulled the passenger door open, got inside, and leaned over to
kiss Berwald passionately, clutching onto his shirt. Pulling away took him some
time, but it was inevitable, Timo panting and still flushed in the face from
having just masturbated. Without shame, he reached down to grope Berwald
through his jeans, squirming in his seat. Earning a groan made him gleeful,
Berwald moving upward as best as he was allowed, his seat-belt buckled.

"Can't get ta m'place with ya doin' this..." he trailed off, though it was
clear he didn't want Timo to stop, as he made no move to physically do so. Timo
pouted his lips and reluctantly pulled away, sitting back and buckling up so he
wouldn't be chided to do so. He parted his legs as he sat, leaning back a bit
and massaging one of his own legs.

"Hurry. I don't know how long I can last after all of that," Timo said. It was
the truth. He needed Berwald more than ever and Physics would have to wait
until he was fully satiated. If he needed it, Berwald would help him with his
less important work (and might even do it himself). All of that would come
later. Now, he needed to get to Berwald's apartment.

The man never drove faster, Timo thought. He went by road rules as best as he
could, but he tried breaking the speed limit once or twice. Soon, he was
pulling into the parking lot and getting out of the car quickly, Timo wasting
no time in rushing to the door with Berwald's number on it. The sound of the
car being locked went unnoticed, and with Berwald's quick strides, the
apartment door was opened in a flash.

Turning around, Timo dragged Berwald inside, returning to his heated kiss. The
man didn't disappoint in reacting, his hands coming to grope the full ass he
had missed. He squeezed possessively, pulling Timo as close to his own body as
he could, letting him feel the bulge forming in his jeans again. He could feel
Timo whine against his lips, his tongue pressing against his with need. He ate
up the sensation, squeezing again and hearing a pleased moan.
Absolutely gorgeous. Berwald couldn’t get enough of it, and once he started, he
knew he’d keep hearing those moans, groans, sighs, and heavy breaths. He tugged
down on Timo’s pants and his underwear once he was satisfied with squeezing,
breaking the kiss to go down with them. He could feel Timo’s legs shaking as he
pressed close, nuzzling against his cock and licking it. He loved the taste of
Timo. He loved every bit of him and he loved showing just how much he worshiped
and adored him. He felt Timo shake as he slid his tongue up further, knowing
those petit hands would come to tug at his hair.
He didn’t have to wait long to be proven right. A low groan escaped Timo as he
tugged on Berwald’s hair, pushing closer to feel more heat and pleasure. The
man knew how to make him crumble, pressed against the wall with his pants and
underwear at his feet. Berwald, too, was at his feet, kissing and licking and
nudging at his cock. It embarrassed Timo, but it made him swell with pride at
the same time. This man, feared by many, was worshiping him in ways he could
only have imagined before. He had control over him to an extent, he knew that.
He was always so nervous in enforcing the control, but he never really had to.
Berwald wanted to please him. He wanted to dote on him in everywhere, including
pressing his tongue against him, sucking, and then moving to tug Timo closer by
his hips.
“Fan,” Timo whined, the Swedish curse rolling off his lips. Berwald’s eyes
widened a bit and he tugged him again, staring up at him from below.
“Repeat that,” Berwald begged, breathless and aching to hear more Swedish from
Timo. It turned him on and Timo used that to his advantage sometimes, usually
outside of the bedroom, on the phone as he teased Berwald at work. He’d rattle
off about his day in Swedish and he knew that Berwald would be telling him he
needs to stop teasing, that Timo ought to know he can’t just go and jerk off,
that he has work to do –
“Fan!” Timo repeated, crying it out that time as he pressed back. Don’t you
dare stop, he begged, breath shaky. He couldn’t get his mind and mouth to
connect and he whined, impatient and frustrated and ready to burst. Berwald,
thankfully, didn’t waste any more time once he heard it again, seemingly
satisfied. He licked a finger and pressed it against Timo’s hole, pushing
inside and not meeting too much resistance to it. Timo wasn’t loose, by any
means, though he was needy and aching. He tugged again on Berwald’s hair and he
took it as a sign to return to sucking on his cock, which he continued to do
so. He shut his eyes briefly, not minding how much Timo was tugging and
shaking. He loved that he was tight around his finger as he pressed in deeper,
and how he cried out when Berwald sucked and moved his finger at the same time.
It was incredibly fulfilling and arousing. He glanced up, taking in the sight
of Timo’s head tilted to the side, his chest rising and falling rapidly with
how he breathed. He ran his tongue over the shaft and pulled back, almost
smirking when Timo’s eyes widened again.
“Don’t stop,” he stressed, letting out a startled noise when he felt Berwald
pull out his finger. His sounds of protest were drowned out when Berwald
pressed against him more, kissing at his neck and holding him close. Really,
he’d want to drag Timo back to his bed and make it less bothersome for him, but
he had his own ache. He wanted to worship him and adore him and feel him right
that moment.
But Berwald never just took; he wouldn’t do that, no matter how much he wanted
it.
“Can I?” he breathed, kissing again and again. Timo, still frustrated, would
rather have him be quiet and go ahead and stop teasing him. But he knew
Berwald. He knew that the man he called his boyfriend was a bit of a romantic,
even when he was sexually frustrated. If he could, he’d have roses and candles
and all that unnecessary stuff. It always made Timo’s heart melt a bit more. He
hummed, loving the sensation of Berwald’s lips against his skin, though they
felt much better on his cock.
“Of course. You promised me I wouldn’t be able to walk straight, you know,”
Timo replied, trying to hold on to some patience, though also wanting to tease
Berwald. He sure knew how to talk dirty and how to rile him up, but he always
second-guessed himself when it came down to it. You okay? Does it hurt? Are you
sure? While sweet, Timo wasn’t a delicate flower. At least, not anymore. He
could handle it, though Berwald always insisted on checking up on him. It was
appreciated, but at the moment, he couldn’t care less – he just wanted Berwald
inside of him already.
He heard Berwald let a sigh of relief and Timo smirked a little. Berwald turned
Timo around, having him pressed against his chest. He instantly placed his
hands on the wall, letting Berwald take out a condom and some lube. He knew he
was excited and aching and he knew Berwald would fumble a little – he seemed to
do that when he was most excited. He held onto the last bit of patience and
waited, knowing full well he was going to get that stretch and soreness he
desired.
Pushing further back, Berwald knew Timo was at the end of his rope, and if he
didn’t hurry up, he was probably going to be met with some choice words.
Swallowing, he tugged on his hips, easing in carefully, always worried he’d
hurt him. The confidence that drove him to talk filthy to Timo had dwindled by
that point, but the lovely, drawn-out moan he received sparked a bit more in
him. Only he would get Timo to cry out like that. He didn’t stop, but slowly
filled him up, breathing out and pressing his body completely against Timo’s.
He couldn’t see the expression he was making, but he could feel him jolt and
shake and buck back and forth somewhat. It had to be good for him, judging by
that. He wrapped his arms carefully around him, waiting for Timo’s permission
to continue.
“Move,” he gasped, head lowered as he tried to at least stay stable. Berwald
obliged, pulling back an inch before thrusting back inside, pausing and then
repeating the motion. Each thrust made Timo groan, fingers curling as they
grasped at the wall, though he couldn’t grab anything. He let Berwald take the
reigns as he decided on the rhythm, not pulling out much to start with, but
then pulling out a bit more once Timo had gotten used to it. He let out a low
grunt as he thrust in deeply, remaining as deep as he could with every thrust
back inside. The heat was tight and suffocating and he sought more of it, he
sought to please Timo and make him say his name over and over. He murmured
Timo’s name breathlessly as he continue, soon sliding his hand to grasp Timo’s
cock and to stroke it quickly.
“Timo,” Berwald groaned again, brows furrowing, glasses slipping. His eyes were
shut tightly and he didn’t break his rhythm. Timo shouted and bucked forward,
leaning up on his toes a bit before settling back against Berwald. He thrust
his hips upward, only able to breathe in and out without much sound as he
focused on just feeling what Berwald was giving him. He always spoiled him like
that, focusing on Timo completely, always giving him as much as he could. He
stroked him faster than he was thrusting, driving Timo wild and making him
shake and rock his body. His body didn’t know which way to go, so when he felt
the thrusts, he would try to push back toward Berwald’s body, but he was also
trying to press further into the sensation of being jerked off. It was slick,
due to Berwald licking and sucking on him prior, and now due to the precum that
dripped from the tip. He whined, moving his hips faster and clueing Berwald
that he was going to come soon. He couldn’t verbally express it, nor could he
do anything but breathe and groan, shouting and giving another thrust forward,
coming into Berwald’s hand.
He could hear him breathe in sharply, his thrusts quickening. It served well to
make Timo shake and buckle more, loving the pounding he was then receiving. He
leaned forward, Berwald leaning more against him and holding him close as he
stiffened and clutched onto Timo. He couldn’t feel him come inside of him, but
he knew well that he did come, and he ached to feel it. He couldn’t put the
thought into words, too busy catching his breath and slumping against the wall
a bit, his body tingly and hot, sweat clinging to his body.
                                      --
“You’re too good,” he murmured, pressing against Berwald once they finished
cleaning up. Berwald had insisted that, once he had recuperated, he would do
all the work. He threw out the condom, picked Timo up, and they had showered.
Of course, the shower had lasted a bit longer, since once Timo had collected
himself, he wanted just a bit more. He settled with pressing his body against
Berwald and letting the man jerk them both off, which felt just as good as
anything else. He was dazed and tired, now curled against Berwald as they lay
on his bed.
“Did promise ya, didn’t I?” Berwald teased, brushing some strands of wet hair
out of Timo’s face. He heard a tired laugh, which made him smile and melt
further into the soothing warmth. He was too cute. He just wanted to squeeze
him close and never let go. He refrained, knowing Timo might be cranky if he
squeezed him too tightly.
“Yeah. Let’s get some rest, okay? I’m not through with you yet.”
Berwald’s eyes widened, meeting Timo’s, eyes bright and mischievous.
That boy was downright insatiable.
With a smirk, Berwald threw the covers over the both of them, pulling him close
and whispering, “I look forward to it.”
End Notes
     I really don't know how it dissolved to this, but it did. Anyway,
     it's implied that Berwald's older -- probably in his mid-twenties or
     so. Timo's in high school, though he's probably close to 17. Underage
     warning just in case!
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