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The morning was slow, unhurried, the kind that invited lingering, stretching out in the warmth of a quiet apartment. A faint hush hung in the air, disturbed only by the soft hum of the television and the occasional flick of a channel button.
Sprawled lazily across the couch, North absentmindedly flipped through the stations, a blanket loosely draped over legs. The golden light of the morning sun poured through the curtains, casting long beams across the floor, dust particles swirling lazily in its path. The faint aroma of coffee lingered, rich and familiar, the ghost of Johan's morning routine still settling into the space.
Then, something caught North's attention.
The screen burst to life with dramatic action, wrestlers throwing each other around, locking in elaborate holds, muscles straining, bodies slamming against the mat with exaggerated force. The intensity, the sheer over-the-top chaos of it all, was completely mesmerizing.
Eyes widened as he leaned in, utterly captivated by the wild energy on the screen.
"Oh my God, this is amazing!" he gasped, sitting up straighter, completely forgetting whatever else had been planned for the day.
From the kitchen, Johan barely spared a glance as he poured steaming coffee into a favorite mug, the dark ceramic one North had once broken and painstakingly glued back together. "Wrestling? Seriously?"
"Yes! Look at these moves! These muscles!" North gestured wildly at the screen as if Jo wasn't seeing the same thing. "Do you think I could do that?"
A slow sip of coffee. A long, unimpressed stare. "No."
North blinked, affronted. "Excuse me?"
Finally, his boyfriend turned to fully face him, taking in the sheer excitement lighting up North's face. "North, you once tripped trying to put on your socks. You think you can pull off a wrestling hold?"
"That was one time! And the floor was slippery!"
Jo hummed noncommittally, savoring the drink. Warm, bitter, ground just the way he liked it. Another slow sip, watching as North huffed dramatically, folding arms.
"You have no faith in me."
"I have plenty of faith in you," Johan said smoothly. "Just not in your ability to body-slam someone without injuring yourself."
Narrowing eyes, North sat up straighter. "Fine. Just you wait. I'm gonna learn all the moves, and when you least expect it, bam! You'll be pinned down, begging for mercy."
Johan snorted, finally setting the mug down on the counter with a small clink. "Uh-huh. I can't wait."
The sarcasm was obvious. North ignored it, already formulating a plan. He was going to prove Jo wrong. Just needed some practice.
Without another word, Johan leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to North's temple, feeling fluffy hair tickle against coffee-warmed lips. The faint scent of fabric softener clung to him, mixed with whatever ridiculous-scented shampoo North had decided to buy this time.
"I need to head to the office," Jo murmured against skin.
"Already?" North let out a long, exaggerated sigh, tilting head to rest against Johan's shoulder for a moment.
"Some of us have jobs," a lower voice teased, warmly rumbling against North's ear.
"You told me to stop working, remember? So no complaining now!" North huffed but smiled, rubbing face against his lover's shirt for a second before pulling back. "Fine, go. But don't work too much. And text me when you get there so I won't worry."
"Yes, dear." Jo rolled his eyes, amused.
"Don't 'yes, dear' me."
Johan chuckled, ruffling North's hair before heading to the bathroom to get ready. North remained on the couch, watching as he disappeared down the hall, leaving behind only the fading scent of familiar cologne and the ghost of warmth where his body had been moments ago.
The door clicked shut. Silence settled over the apartment, stretching in Johan's absence. North's eyes darted around, energy sparking in limbs. The kind of quiet that invited mischief. He stretched arms dramatically, rolling shoulders before crouching low like the wrestlers on TV.
"Alright," he muttered to himself, bouncing on toes. "Time to train."
Of course, training alone presented some... difficulties. First, he tried practicing traps on a pillow. Threw it to the floor, attempting to lock its arms into a submission restrain. But pillows didn't have arms, so that wasn't exactly effective.
Then, he decided to try running at the couch like it was an opponent, launching himself at it in what was meant to be a dramatic takedown. But he just ended up face-planting into the cushions.
"Ow," he mumbled, sound muffled. Still, he wasn't deterred.
The next few hours were spent watching different matches and practicing moves, jumping from the couch like it was the ropes of a wrestling ring, trying to perfect a stance in the mirror, and, even though he'd never admit it, commentating imaginary matches out loud.
"And The Northern Storm goes in for the finishing hold, oh, the crowd goes wild!" he whispered to himself, twirling before falling onto the carpet with an exaggerated grunt.
At some point, the door unlocked. He scrambled to his feet just as Johan stepped inside. He took one long look, first at North, then at the state of the living room. Pillows on the floor. Blankets twisted up. North standing in an overly dramatic pose.
A long exhale through the nose. "I'm afraid to ask."
North beamed. "Good. Because I'm about to show you what I've learned."
"I just got home." his lover groaned, running a hand through his hair, but North ignored him, charging with all the force he could muster.
Five seconds later, he was pinned to the couch again, breathless, Jo smirking down at him.
Trapping him there effortlessly, Johan watched North pout, the warmth between them impossible to ignore. He knew he should be annoyed, he was tired, had spent all day dealing with office nonsense, but watching North be this ridiculous, this alive, filled him with a warmth he wasn't going to acknowledge out loud.
Instead, he smiled wider. "You were saying?"
North huffed, wrenching beneath him with zero success. "Okay, maybe I still need some practice."
Jo shook his head, leaning down just enough to brush a kiss against North's lips, slow and teasing. "I think I prefer you like this anyway."
Blushing, North's eyes flickered between Johan's, breath caught for just a second. But of course, he wasn't about to admit defeat.
After all, every great wrestler had to start somewhere.
~*~
When they finally lay in bed, North suddenly rolled on top of Johan, determination shining in his eyes. Body was light against the solid frame beneath, knees planted on either side of Jo's waist as he attempted what could only be described as an incredibly clumsy wrestling hold.
Johan barely cracked an eye open. "What are you doing, North?" Voice was calm, slightly amused, as if this were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
"I'm trying to put you in... uh, I forgot the name, but I saw it on TV!" Grunting, North shifted weight, attempting to hook an arm around his shoulder.
Johan exhaled through the nose, unimpressed. "Mhm. And now what?"
"Now you have to cooperate, Phi!"
"Oh yeah? Why would I do that?"
"Because otherwise, it won't work!" Huffing in frustration, North was already starting to pant.
Johan sighed, resting arms behind head like he was about to take a nap. "Well, that doesn't seem like a very good move, then, does it?"
The sarcasm went completely ignored. North gathered strength and tried again, adjusting grip and attempting to pull his arm across his chest. Nothing.
Gritting teeth, he leaned in, putting every ounce of weight into the effort, pushing, pulling, wrestling for control. It was useless. Johan remained unmovable, a solid wall of muscle and absolute nonchalance.
With a frustrated groan, North flopped back against Jo's chest, pausing to catch a few breaths. A dramatic wipe of sweaty forehead followed. "Okay. This is harder than I thought."
"You don't say." Johan barely glanced at him.
But giving up was never an option.
Changing tactics, North bounced on knees before making another attempt. This time, he grabbed his wrist and twisted, convinced that if he found the right angle, he could finally force Johan to roll over. Still, no movement. Pushing harder, he leaned in with all his strength, trying everything.
A whine slipped out before he could stop it. "Why are you so heavy?"
Laughter rumbled through Jo's chest. "I'm not heavy. You're just weak."
"Take that back." North gasped, scandalized.
"Nope."
Scooting down slightly, he changed strategy, hooking a leg around Johan's in one last desperate attempt. If he could just tangle them together and shift weight properly, maybe, just maybe, he could finally flip him. Jo, completely at ease, simply watched him struggle, patience bordering on amusement.
After a few more futile seconds, North collapsed with a sigh, cheek pressed against his chest, breath coming in short puffs. "Okay, maybe you could just... pretend to be weaker for, like, five seconds?"
A quiet chuckle vibrated beneath. "And let you win?"
"Yes!" His head lifted slightly as he nodded vigorously against Johan's shirt. "Just once!"
Jo let out a long, exaggerated sigh, like this was such an inconvenience, but warmth lingered behind it. "Fine. I'll give you five seconds."
North perked up immediately. "Wait, really?"
"One."
Springing into action, he scrambled to lock him into some kind of hold before the chance slipped away.
"Two."
Fingers latched onto Johan's wrist, attempting to coil it behind his back.
"Three."
Nothing. But he was doing it! He was actually doing it!
"Four."
All weight went into the next move, heart racing, victory within reach.
"Five."
And then, effortlessly, Johan flipped them over.
North had no time to yelp before his boyfriend trapped him down, speechless and defeated.
Johan barely exerted himself. A knee slotted between North's legs, a strong hand pinning his wrist above his head. Heat radiated from him, unyielding.
A shift crackled in the air, the space between them shrinking. Too close. Chest rising and falling against his, North's breath hitched slightly. Fingers twitched beneath an unrelenting grip. The realization struck instantly.
Somewhere in their struggle, shirt had ridden up. Exposed skin flushed under Johan's warm gaze, the stark contrast of warmth and cloth drawing attention like a lure. The hesitation lasted barely a second. A sharp inhale. A flicker of movement.
North's nipple, flushed and taut, peeked through the dim light, hardened from friction, from the struggle, from something else entirely. The sight alone sent a sharp coil of heat twisting deep in Johan's stomach.
Beneath him, North lay pinned, breathless, pliant. Something dark and primal, stirred in Jo's chest, impossible to ignore. His control wavered, a thin thread stretched too tight. Then, before he could think twice, he dipped lower. Lips parted, tongue dragging over heated skin.
The reaction was immediate.
North jerked, breath catching, a sharp, shuddering inhale that wasn't playful anymore. Not even remotely innocent. Fingers clutched at the sheets, a helpless sound escaping before it could be swallowed. Soft. Wrecked.
Johan stayed, savoring, exploring, every hesitant quiver beneath him a silent invitation. A satisfied rumble vibrated against flushed skin before his lips sealed around the sensitive peak, teasing with the slow flick of his tongue.
A shiver ran through North's frame, back arching into the touch. Instinct took over, yearning before he could name it. A shaky breath finally broke free, barely steady. Barely there. "Okay, so..." The words fell apart on his tongue, lost to the sensation.
Above him, a smirk grazed on flushed skin, lips hovering over sensitized flesh, exhaling warmth into every nerve. Johan could feel it. The way North shook beneath him. Dark eyes flicked upward, stare unreadable, but hungry.
"What was that?" Low. Rough.
A whine caught in North's throat, fingers grasping at his shoulders, but no words came. The world tilted beneath Johan's brush. When he finally spoke, voice winded, ruined, surrendered, it barely scraped the air.
"... This is definitely not how it was supposed to go."
A chuckle, low, rich, knowing. Johan didn't argue. Instead, his mouth descended again, claiming more. Tension thickened between them, wrapping tight like an invisible thread. North's lips parted slightly, uncertain, waiting. The playful wrestling match was long forgotten.
"North..." Tone dipped lower, huskier, barely more than a breath.
Wide eyes locked onto him, freezing in place. "What?"
Johan said nothing. Instead, he leaned in, lips hovering just above, their breath mingling in the shrinking space between them. The air weighted, charged with something unspoken. Underneath him, North's chest rose and fell too quickly. Pupils blown wide, lips still parted, he wasn't moving. He wasn't stopping him.
Fingers skimmed along the edge of a jaw, tracing flushed skin before tilting his face just so. A slow drag down the column of a throat followed, feather-light, just enough to feel the frantic pulse beneath fingertips. Then, finally, he closed the distance.
The first kiss was slow, deep, deliberate. A test. A silent claim. North jolted beneath him. The exact moment he melted was unmistakable, the way a body softened into the mattress, the way fingers curled into Johan's shirt, tugging him closer. Jo smiled against soft lips before shifting slightly, deepening the kiss. Not rushed. Not hesitant. Just consuming.
Warm and pliant, willing. He took his time, exploring the shape, biting gently, pulling away just enough to tease before diving back in. A quiet, desperate sound escaped from North, heat curling deep in Johan's stomach at the gasp. He leaned down, pinning him completely.
Every adjust, every subtle arch of North's spoke of need, one that jolted with uncertainty but never rejection. A fraction of space was given, just enough to let him breathe, but not enough to free him. Half-lidded eyes flickered open, dazed, lips kiss-bruised, breath still shaky.
"Johan..." Barely a whisper. Barely a plea.
Something about the way North looked beneath him, disoriented, overwhelmed, aching, sent a pulse of satisfaction through Johan's chest. Fingers clenched tighter in fabric. Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, North yanked him down. Their mouths collided, messier now, hungrier. A deep groan rumbled through Jo's chest. His frame reacted instantly. North was taking, pushing, teasing, but the moment teeth grazed a bottom lip, all bets were off.
The change was immediate.
Johan took control, devoured him harder, rougher, until North whimpered against his mouth, flesh twisting beneath him. A hand skimmed up the side of a torso, feeling the way breath stuttered under his caress. Fingertips brushed over ribs, across a chest, before tangling in hair, a firm tug, a complete surrender. A soft, broken cry slipped from North's lips, legs tilting restlessly beneath him.
Jo grinned against a mouth, liking that whisper. Another kiss. This time slower. Savoring. Testing. Teasing. Every reaction burned into memory, the way North shivered when fingertips pressed lower, how mewls softened whenever Johan pulled back just to leave him aching.
Darkened eyes flickered up to meet his. Lips kiss-stained, chest rising and falling too quickly. Jo dragged a thumb slowly across North's bottom lip, tracing the shape, feeling the warmth, watching the way he trembled beneath him.
"You're breathtaking like this," Johan murmured, voice thick with heat.
A rosy flush crept up North's cheeks, breath catching again. "Shut up."
Again, Johan pecked him, teasingly, as if savoring every second. Their bodies pushed together, spark building, burning, threatening to consume. Every movement drew them closer, tighter, needier.
No space left between them. No breath that wasn't shared. Lips kiss-drunk and bruised from the way Jo had devoured him senseless.
North barely had time to think before the world flipped.
A fluid, effortless motion sent him rolling onto knees, the shift so disorienting it left him shaking. Warmth coiled deep, pooling low in his stomach, throbbing through every nerve. The sudden change in position made him dizzy, unbalanced, entirely at Johan's mercy.
Strong hands caught his hips, gripping firmly, slotting them together like they were made for this. A choke tore free from his throat, knuckles instinctively digging into Johan's shoulders, his only lifeline. A low chuckle rumbled against flushed skin, dark, amused, knowing.
Fingers slid beneath the waistband of shorts, nails dragging lightly across overheated skin. Just enough to tease. Just enough to send a violent shudder through him.
"Got you now," Johan rasped, thick, husky, filled with something unspoken, something unrelenting. Something North wasn't sure he was ready for. But stopping? Not a chance.
A shaky exhale escaped as his posture arched, seeking. Knees dug into the mattress for stability, but there was nothing steady about the way Johan grazed him. Their mouths collided, urgency bleeding into every movement, an untamed hunger, a surrender wrapped in fire. This time, no hesitation. Jo kissed like he was staking a claim, like he intended to ruin him beyond repair.
A soft, helpless groan slipped past North's lips, hands clutching desperately at Johan's back. Every brush of skin against skin sent sparks skittering down his spine. The moment his head tipped back, exposing the fragile line of his throat, Johan took full advantage.
He bit down, sucked, ruined him, one slow, deliberate move at a time.
"P-Phi..." The sound barely made it past parted lips, breath ragged, uneven, undone.
A low hum vibrated against his throat, warm breath teasing hypersensitive nerves. A flick of a tongue. The ghost of lips over pulse. A calculated bite that sent a full-body tremor straight to his core. North squirmed, legs fluttering beneath Johan's grasp. His limbs was betraying him.
"Too much?" The words came against his jaw, taunting, testing.
A frantic shake of the head. "No, no, not enough."
Satisfaction curled in Johan's smirk, sharp and possessive. He loved the way need dripped from North's voice, shaky, desperate.
"Not enough?" Fingers dragged slowly down his back, burning a path straight to his undoing.
North wavered, reacting before he even processed what had happened. Smolder licked under skin, body answering to every calculated stroke. Knuckles fisted in Jo's shirt, pinning on as if letting go would break him apart.
Lost. Completely lost. And Johan was everywhere. The sheer weight of him restraining North like gravity itself. Then, suddenly, the kiss slowed. Lips barely brushed, teasing, taunting. A soft noise of protest slipped from North as he chased after Johan, hands reaching instinctively to pull him back in.
A low chuckle. "Getting impatient?"
"They didn't show this part on TV." Lips swollen, face flushed, tone drenched in need and desperation.
Johan laughed, shaking his head before crashing their mouths together again. Neither of them planned on stopping anytime soon. No chance to think. No time to process. Nothing but sensation. Nothing but him.
Firm hands grabbed wrists, keeping them above North's head.
The hold was strong, unyielding but careful, a silent reminder of who was in control. The sheer weight of Johan pressing down sent a sharp, crackling thrill through his torso, anticipation curling hot and dangerous low in the stomach.
"Still think you can take me, Nong?" The teasing sigh landed just beneath his ear, sound low with amusement, fire, promise.
North's head shook slightly, lips parting, a desperate pant spilling before he could stop it.
"That's what I thought." Johan chuckled, low, deep, knowing.
Then, before he could even think of responding, Jo's mouth was on him again. And then he moved. Slowly, cruely.
Fingertips skimmed down North's sides, brushing over ribs, dipping lower, teasing the waistband of shorts. The fabric shifted, baring flushed skin, warm under Johan's stroke. Barely touching. Just enough to make North shudder.
Bodies aligned so perfectly, so unbearably close, that North's entire world tilted. Thighs clenched instinctively around Johan's waist, breath breaking into an uneven rhythm.
"Johan, " The name tore from parted lips, half moan, half plea, body reacting before mind could even process.
A warm breath ghosted over jawline. Johan's clutch tightened, caging him in place, keeping him right where he wanted.
"I know, baby." A whisper. A promise. Lips brushed against heated skin, breath warm, teasing. "I feel it too."
A violent shiver rocked through North.
Head fell back against the pillows, fingers clawing at Johan's arms, grasping for something, anything, to ground him.
Lips found North's throat, tongue tracing erratic pulse, teeth grazing, sucking, leaving behind something to remember. A whimper slipped free. Instinct tilted his head, exposing himself, offering without thinking. A deep groan rumbled against sensitive skin. Johan's mouth dragged lower, over the sharp curve of collarbone, down.
A stuttered breath. Overwhelmed. Ruined. Every caress was too much for North. And yet, never enough. Johan loved this. Loved the way North shivered under him. Loved how every flick of tongue made him spasm. Loved how he hadn't even truly touched him yet, and already, North was unraveling. Already falling apart.
Jo pulled back just enough to look at him. A mess of flushed skin, heavy breaths, half-lidded eyes. A smirk curled at his lips, slow, knowing, wicked.
"Look at you," he whispered, hungrily. "And to think, you were trying to wrestle me just minutes ago."
Panting laugh broke into a hitch as Johan rolled his hips again, teasing, controlling, driving him to the edge.
The friction shot through him like fire. Jo hovered over, brushing their lips together, but not kissing yet. Just letting him feel it.
"Still want to be the champion, North?" A whisper against swollen lips.
North was too lost to answer.
And Johan had no intention of stopping. Another slow, deliberate grind, and North squirmed, breath catching in a helpless whine. Jo smirked, reveling in the power shift, effortless, unwavering, completely his.
"You know," he murmured, voice like warm honey, thick with amusement and promise, "I don't think this is a wrestling move."
North let out a breathless half-laugh, half-gasp, fingers clutching at Johan's back, barely able to function, much less respond. A low chuckle vibrated against smoldered skin. Grip tightened, body shifting, pressing deeper, rolling against him in slow, torturous precision.
"But," he continued smoothly, lips tracing over jawline, breath warm against flushed skin, "if I remember correctly... a proper wrestling pin means you have to stay down for three seconds."
Before North could process what was happening, Johan had already pinned his wrists, firm, unyielding, impossible to escape. He lifted a brow.
"One."
North's breath hitched, limbs instinctively keeping up, desperate for relief, desperate for more. But Johan didn't budge. Didn't let him have it.
"Two."
A soft, desperate noise. Head tilted back against the pillows, exposing Adam's apple. A chuckle responded. Dark. Amused. In control. Johan dragged lips down the curve of chin, nipping at sensitive skin, drinking in the way North trembled beneath him.
"Three."
Thighs rocked up, chasing friction, desperate for more. Jo growled softly at the movement, fingers tightening around slim hips, guiding, dragging him closer.
Making sure he felt every inch of him.
Heat coiled tight in North's stomach, skin flushed, tingling, every nerve alive. Johan hovered over him, mouth barely an inch away, breath hot, intoxicating. Grip stayed firm. Weight pressed just enough to keep North aching. A slow, smirking whisper.
"I win."
North blinked up at him, dazed, panting, flesh still tingling from the way Johan had him down so effortlessly. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, North twisted, throwing every ounce of strength into flipping them over. It worked. For about half a second.
With almost insulting ease, Johan reversed it, rolling them right back, holding him down harder. A frustrated groan escaped as North struggled, writhing beneath the clutch, but he already knew, it was useless. Jo laughed, low and deep, watching the flicker of defeat cross his face.
"Yeah," he said, far too smug, "I don't think you're cut out for wrestling, babe."
A glare flickered in North's expression. "This is cheating."
"No, this is skill." Johan nipped at his collarbone, voice a slow, teasing purr. "And you still lost, champ."
"I'm gonna need a rematch."
Johan chuckled, kissing against a pulse, hands still trapping him exactly where he wanted to.
"Oh, don't worry." His tone dripped with promise. "I'll pin you down again anytime you want."