A Visit from the IT Daddy [Estonia/Poland]
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roesslyngTitle: A Visit from the IT Daddy
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Poland
Rating: 18+
Length: 4k
Summary: Safeword must contain 8 letters and one special character.
Other: Written for Tik for Sunflower Auction! And posted during Crack the WIP. Hitting two events with one stone. ;V
A Visit from the IT Daddy
so i tried to get a cracked game off a torrent and kinda fucked myself
you'll come over this weekend to help me fix it right?
By "help you fix it" do you mean "do the restore for you"?
Poland looked from his computer screen to his phone, and let out a soft huff. How the heck had Estonia guessed?!
umm maybe
Only if you ask nicely.
seriously???
I know you know how to do this yourself; I went over it with you the last time something like this happened. If I do this for you, you'll have to be good and make sure to take more caution next time.
Poland grinned as he read the reply. He should have expected that Estonia would say something like that. Sure, Poland could handle that little problem himself – if he could be bothered. But it was so much better to get someone else to do it for him, especially if that someone was Estonia. And if it meant getting lectured a little – well, so what?
Deciding to give up on his computer for the moment, he headed toward the bedroom, bringing his phone along with him.
ill be soooo good, i promise. Please please please
What, you're going to beg for it? Like I'm the IT Daddy?
mm yes please restore my backups daddy
Poland snickered and fell back onto his bed, letting the phone drop from his hands. There was a long moment without response, and he suspected that either Estonia was flustered from his suave and sexy flirting, or he was exasperated with it.
The latter was more likely, Poland thought, but you never know.
Eventually, there was a ping, and Poland picked up his phone.
Safeword must contain 8 letters and one special character.
Accompanying the text was a photo of a flogger made out of ethernet cables.
Okay, Poland thought, you got me. He called him, twirling a strand of hair around a finger as he waited for Estonia to pick up.
"Yes?" Even in one word, Estonia sounded way too pleased with himself.
"So like, did you just happen to have that on hand, or what?"
"I might have." Estonia paused, then quickly added, "As a joke prop, of course. I, ah, I don't think it'd be ideal in practice."
Poland bit his lip, trying not to laugh. Trust Estonia to worry about something like that. He dropped his voice, making it low and breathy. "Oh, daddy, you're full of surprises."
There came a strangled snort from the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, Poland, I just can't take you seriously when you call me that."
"No? How about 'Sir'?" Poland said with a grin. "Or like, 'Mister Estonia'?"
Estonia cleared his throat. "That's... I do like that better, yes. Now -"
"I'll suck your dick if you fix my computer for me."
"Poland!"
"What?"
"You'd do that anyway."
"True."
"Not that I'm objecting, you know. I just... Ahem."
Poland imagined how Estonia must look. Flustered, pushing his glasses up his nose, and trying to put on a serious expression, as if that seriousness could somehow get communicated through the distance. A hint of pink on his cheeks. Cute.
"So, Mister Estonia," Poland said. "How about this. You are good to come see me this weekend, right?"
There was a pause from the other end, wary. "Yes...?"
"Okay, well." Poland swept a tongue over his lower lip, trying to figure out how to get the tone he wanted. Low, husky. "If you help me out, I'll be really grateful, you know. I'll be sooo good to you. It'll be worth your while, Mister Estonia. Promise."
A long pause. Poland waited, picturing Estonia's thoughtful look, pretty sure that he was weighing the potential inconvenience against the potential benefit, and both of those against the possibility that Poland was taking the piss. Finally, the answer came.
"All right, all right. I'll do it." The tone in Estonia's voice was light, a little exasperated. "But only if you keep your promise."
"I will!"
"And if you promise to be more careful in the future."
"Yeah, yeah, I promise. But only if you promise to leave the flogger at home, okay?"
The sound of Estonia's laughter sent him smiling.
The direction that Poland's relationship with Estonia had taken over the years had changed in ways that nobody had predicted, least of all either of them. What had started on one cold, chilly night had led to – what? Poland wasn't sure what to call it. Sometimes he wondered if the whole thing would collapse; he'd do the worst thing at the worst time and that would be the end of it. Or something beyond their control would push them apart, no matter how they felt about it.
Asking Estonia whether he felt like that was out of the question. No way. That would make it too serious.
Poland wanted what they had to be anything but serious.
When the weekend came, Estonia arrived, bringing with him a bright, sunny day. Poland welcomed him in, sinking into his arms immediately, right there in the doorway.
"Oh, did you miss me?" Estonia said, tightening the hug a little. He sounded surprised.
"Maybe," Poland said. He closed his eyes, breathed in the fresh clean scent of him. Let the moment last a while longer. Then he drew away, flashing Estonia a grin. "Or maybe I'm looking forward to having my gaming setup working again."
There was a moment of confusion – then the exasperated sigh. "Really, Poland?"
"Well, like, not right now. Later. Come on, come inside. I'm happy to see you." He meant 'I've missed you,' but that was close enough to the same thing.
Poland kept his word; he didn't bring the subject up again. Not while Estonia brought his luggage in, putting it in its familiar place in Poland's bedroom. Not when they went over weekend plans, finding that the time was too short – but they'd make the best of it. Not when they went out together, going to the cafe that Poland knew Estonia liked, sitting outside with coffee and pastries and talking about anything but favours.
The day was warm and bright.
Poland made eyes at Estonia across the cafe table. From the moment they'd sat down, he'd been trying to get Estonia flustered. There were few things more satisfying than making him blush with nothing more than a totally-not-risque remark. But somehow this time, Estonia managed to resist his charms, and Poland gave up – at least on the comments. It didn't mean he couldn't flutter his lashes at him, though, and that got a smile, at least.
Bugging him to visit had been a good idea, then. As soon as Poland had that thought, he decided to say it.
"You should come over more often," Poland said, leaning in closer, dropping his voice enough for it to be audible over the sound of the street, but no further.
"What do you mean?" Estonia asked. He pushed the glasses up on his nose, giving Poland a look that told he knew damn well what Poland meant.
"I mean, like, you're not that far away, but I don't see you that much." Poland pouted, and licked sticky sugar from his fingers, the pastry long gone. "It's not fair."
"I do call you whenever I can," Estonia pointed out. His brows lifted in amusement at Poland's exaggeration. "Besides, if you want me to visit, you only need to say so."
"What, you mean like, make a booty call?"
Estonia laughed – and there it was, that hint of rose spreading over his cheeks. "I guess you could call it that," he said.
Poland smiled. "You might regret this, y'know."
"I know. But maybe I won't."
There was something so earnest about the way he said it that it made Poland pause, his chest feeling suddenly tight. "Maybe you won't," Poland agreed, and hoped it was true.
When they were back at Poland's place, Estonia was all business. Poland watched as he settled down into the computer chair, looking as if he belonged there, intelligent eyes showing that the gears in his head had started turning.
"This shouldn't take more than an hour and a half at most," Estonia said. He glanced up at Poland. "Do you have something to occupy yourself for a while?"
"Yeah." Poland leaned down to steal a kiss. "I'll be good and stay out of your way," he said, winking as he withdrew.
With a blush and an exaggerated sigh, Estonia waved him out of the room.
Poland left him to it, knowing that for the next hour at least, Estonia would want peace and quiet in order to concentrate. Instead, he occupied himself with making cookies. If he didn't keep himself busy, the urge to go in there and talk with Estonia would be hard to ignore, even if he was the one who had asked him for the favour in the first place.
It was a little weird how comfortable he was with having Estonia in his house and tinkering with his stuff, Poland decided. Weird, but good. The circumstances were so different from the times that they'd lived together. Inviting someone to spend time with you was really something else – and so was trusting them enough to ask them to rummage around in your computer.
I should just be happy about this, Poland thought as he mixed sugar and butter, breathed in the scent of sweetness. The specifics of what 'this' was were something he didn't want to think about too hard. His relationship with Estonia? Estonia's patience and good nature? The fact that it was even possible for them to have a close personal relationship at all, compared to times when it might have been a bad idea even if they'd wanted it?
All of the above. And more.
Don't think about it, Poland decided. Things have changed, and things will change, but this is how it is right now.
After a little more than an hour, Poland felt the familiar buzz of his phone inside his pocket.
I'm almost finished, Estonia's text message said. Running a few final checks now.
It was just like him to send a message like that rather than call out from the other side of the flat. Poland smiled, thought for a moment, then set his phone down.
He went – not to join him, not yet, but to the bedroom. Undressing partway, stripping off his trousers, Poland found himself trying to fumble with shirt buttons and go through his closet at the same time. It was a good idea, right? Changing into something else? Something nicer or sexier or -
Poland closed his closet with an exasperated huff. In this spur-of-the-moment decision, nothing looked right, and somehow even the concept of choice was overwhelming. Letting out a disgusted noise, he turned around and glared at himself in the mirror. "Come on, this shouldn't be so hard!" he muttered to himself. "It's Estonia. Like, get a grip."
And that was it, wasn't it? He had said he'd thank him. So, he wanted to make an effort, sure. But it was Estonia – it was just Estonia.
Wait a minute, Poland thought. He straightened and looked at himself in the mirror again. The red shirt he wore was long; way too long, really, but that meant it brushed very low, covering everything. The buttons – he unbuttoned three, reconsidered, then made it two. After a moment, he undid the cuffs and rolled the sleeves up.
There, he thought. That's better.
It was hardly a look, but it would work for what he wanted.
At the last minute, he ducked into the bathroom to ready himself. Then, after glancing once more in the mirror and putting on some lip balm, he went to see Estonia.
Estonia had made himself comfortable. He'd even gone to the trouble of tidying the desk space, with all of the miscellaneous junk that had accumulated around the screens tucked away and carefully organized.
"It's all done," Estonia said, not looking up from the screen as Poland came in. "Looks like it's running fine. Really, Poland, I know you're capable of fixing this kind of problem. You're going to have to make this up to me, you know."
"How about I make it up to you right now?" Poland asked. With a deft hand, he spun the computer chair around until Estonia was facing him, then bent to steal a kiss. Even though it was light and soft, when he pulled away he was satisfied to see a streak of flustered pink across Estonia's cheeks.
"Well, I..." Estonia spoke slowly, dazed, as if his brain were trying to catch up with what happened. Then, as he swept his gaze over Poland, his eyes widened, cheeks darkening. "You can't be serious."
"Like I'm ever serious."
"You don't mean we should do it here, do you?"
"As if." But I bet you'd love that, Poland thought before putting the idea aside. Another time, maybe. Dipping his head close, he let his lips brush against Estonia's ear. "So. Bedroom?"
"You don't even need to ask."
Poland laughed, took his hand, and pulled him close. After stealing one more kiss, he took him where they both wanted to go.
The light in the bedroom was bright, with the open blinds letting in the late afternoon sunlight. It took no effort at all to sit Estonia down on the bed. He still looked dazed and flustered, and when Poland bent to kiss him, he let out a soft moan against his mouth – from a kiss! Just a kiss! Poland sucked at his lower lip before drawing away, raising an eyebrow.
"So," Poland said, trying his best to keep his voice kind of low, kind of husky, kind of sexy, but effortless, like he wasn't trying at all. "What'll it be, IT Daddy? Want me to suck your dick?"
"'Daddy' again? Really?" Estonia asked, settling his hands at Poland's waist, looking up at him with an expression halfway amused, halfway exasperated, and all flustered.
"Sure." Poland grinned. "Or should I say 'Sir'?"
"Much better." Estonia cleared his throat, letting his hands drift lower, brushing along Poland's hips, his ass, touching the hem of his long shirt. "Anyway, I, ah... I think that would be very nice. As a start. You seem to have plans for something else, too."
Poland smiled. In place of an answer, he sank to his knees.
The movements were practised. Easy. Get his trousers open. Get his cock out. Between the dirty talk and the situation itself, Estonia was already hard, and that was no surprise at all.
"God, you're so into me," Poland muttered as he stroked Estonia's cock, appreciating its firmness, thumbing at the head.
"Poland!"
"Yeah?" He glanced up.
Estonia had that 'exasperated but also turned on' look that he had so often then they were in bed together. "Just..." He bit his lower lip, looking like he was flailing for the words.
"Just, what?"
Swallowing, Estonia's hands fell to grip the bedsheets. "Just keep going. Please."
Poland flashed him a smile. "Sure thing, Mister Estonia."
He had to admit, he loved hearing that word. 'Please'. So polite, and totally unnecessary. It felt good for Estonia to say it. Like Poland might change his mind.
Like hell he would.
He kept his mouth slick and his lashes low. For a moment his hair fell around his face, until Estonia moved to sweep it out of the way, wrapping it carefully around his fingers. Not too tight. Just enough to keep it in place as he put some light pressure to the back of Poland's head. That hint of assertiveness went straight to Poland's dick, and he moaned softly around Estonia's cock as he dipped his head down.
Funny, Poland thought, that Estonia's so, so good at this; it wasn't something he had expected before sleeping with him. But that was how Estonia was. Not too pushy or too rough, but more than forward enough to keep things interesting. To say nothing of the times he'd tell Poland to be good, or to behave. Getting a lecture wasn't something Poland had ever thought he'd find hot, but with Estonia – well. That was an exception, at least when they were in bed.
Poland thought about telling Estonia that, asking what he thought of it, how he managed to be so pliable but so cool, so relaxed but so firm in the right moment, because it was pretty damn sexy – but with his mouth full of cock, and himself steadily growing more turned on by the minute, that sure wasn't happening. He let out another soft whimper, more for show than anything, and let his hands stroke what his mouth couldn't touch.
Eventually it just became Too Much. Poland withdrew, breathing deep as he glanced up, taking a moment to sweep his tongue over lips slick with saliva. "Okay, that's it," he said. "I want you in me. Like, right now."
"I'm surprised it took you so long to say that," Estonia observed as Poland rose to his feet.
"Oh, stop. Just let me do this." He paused, then added, "Don't bother getting up to undress."
"But -" Estonia started to object, then thought better of it. He swung his legs up onto the mattress, and rested against the pillows with a sigh. "Just what do you have in mind?"
"You're acting like I'm plotting something." Poland pouted as he moved to tug Estonia's trousers and underwear down and out of the way, leaving enough room for what he wanted to do.
"And you're saying you aren't?"
"No! Well, uh. Not right now." He ignored a raised eyebrow from Estonia, and rummaged in the nighttable drawer until he found the lube.
Somehow, Estonia managed to keep his composure as Poland moved to straddle him, hand dipping low to slick him up. "You're being very accommodating," he observed, voice wavering only a fraction as Poland stroked him with slippery fingers.
"Well, like, I did say I'd return the favour. Besides, I'm ready for you. Right now. Already." Poland leaned in close, his lips brushing Estonia's ear. "I lubed up my ass while you were finishing the restore."
That broke what composure Estonia had, and he swallowed hard, his cheeks deepening to a bright red. "Did you really?" He spoke slowly, as if he was trying to picture that, and liked what his mind's eye saw.
"I just..." Poland's breath caught as Estonia's hands settled low on his hips. "I dunno, I guess I was getting impatient."
"I think you're completely incapable of being patient," Estonia said crisply. His eyes flashed, bright and amused in spite of his flustered state. "You don't have it in you at all. Not when it comes to sex, at the very least."
"That's -" Poland rolled his eyes, blushing in spite of himself. It was the situation they were in, it was the way he felt to be over Estonia's lap, it was that look Estonia sent him before taking off his glasses – so sure of himself, almost smug, but not quite. "You might be right. Like, just a little?"
"Of course." That smile widened. "Now, since you have so little patience, maybe you should go ahead and thank me for that favour." The smooth act lasted only a moment before it was followed by a soft, flustered – "Since I'm not that patient either, I mean. With you. At the moment."
Poland held back a laugh. That was Estonia – so cool one moment, so cute the next. He cupped his face in his hands, brushing his thumb along one warm cheek. "Oh, yes sir," Poland purred, then dipped his head to kiss him.
It felt so good. The experience of being spread out. The hands on him, stronger than some might expect, keeping him steady, helping him move. The sensation of being full – it was just right.
Poland didn't bother to keep the sound in. Sure, the moans and gasps could come out loud, what did he care? They were only muffled in the moments when he stole a kiss, pressing his mouth to Estonia's, feeling the open-mouthed groans against his lips, fingertips digging into his thighs.
"You're enjoying yourself," Estonia muttered against his lips.
"Mm, yeah." Poland rolled his hips down, taking him in deep. "God, this is good. I'm just gonna use you as a dildo, okay?"
Letting out a sigh, Estonia pulled away, giving Poland a withering look as he rocked up into him. "In that case, I might as well have it copied into a sex toy for you."
Poland's eyes flew open. "Can they, like -" He gasped, faltered, then tried again. "Is that even a thing? Making a copy of your dick?"
"I -" Flustered though he was, Estonia seemed to be actually considering the logistics of it. "I don't know. Modern technology has advanced so much... I wouldn't be surprised?"
Poland thought about this, to the extent he was capable of thinking about anything, which at the moment wasn't a whole lot. He slowed his movements, kept his arms around Estonia's shoulders for balance, and caught his eye. There was something about the way he looked – those familiar pink cheeks, afternoon sunlight on his face, hair plastered to his forehead, and a spark in his eye as if Estonia knew exactly what he was thinking – the whole package made Poland melt. "Yeah, well," he breathed, trying to sound both casual and coherent, which was almost impossible. "The real thing's better."
Quiet for a moment. They watched each other, moving together, thinking about this. Then Estonia's hands moved, shifting to hold Poland more steadily. When Poland gave him a questioning look, all Estonia did was smile.
"Here," Estonia said – and he gently guided Poland down, bracing him as he settled him onto his back, moving over him. "Let me... Let me show you how good it can be."
Poland would have said something to that. Might have. But it was good - so good – deep, deep, deeper, and instead of speaking he arched, rolled up against him, his gasps and the sound of skin against skin drowning out Estonia's soft sighs.
He came without even touching himself.
Later, dazed and staring at the ceiling, with Estonia's hand cupping his head and fingers wrapped gently in his hair, Poland found himself at a loss for words.
For once.
At least for the moment.
Which was ridiculous.
He felt like he should say something, that he ought to say something, but if he opened his mouth whatever would come out would be too weird or too ridiculous or too mood-ruining.
But if he did ruin the mood – so what? It wasn't like Estonia wasn't used to that. If he found it too much of a turn-off, he wouldn't be here at all.
To his surprise, Estonia spoke first. "You don't need to come up with excuses to get me to visit," he said, brushing his thumb against Poland's cheek.
Poland closed his eyes, drinking in the warmth of his hand, the softness. "Yeah, I know," he said. Then, as the words crowded his mouth, he kept going. "But like, it wasn't a pretense. I really didn't want to do that restore. Not if I could get you to do it instead."
Estonia made an exasperated noise, pressing his face against Poland's neck. "You're impossible," was his muttered reply.
"Come on, you know you love my bullshit. You love it sooo much, the only reason you aren't over here all the time is because you don't want to look too thirsty."
Another huff. "Clearly." The eyeroll was audible in Estonia's voice, but so was the softness, the gentleness, the sense that he didn't mind any of it at all. "I just meant – you can invite me over any time, you know. Like a normal person. Not that either of us is normal, of course."
"And what if I find it more fun to mess with you? And like, make you do favours for me and stuff?"
A pause. A moment of consideration, followed by a soft laugh. "I guess I'll have to live with being your on-call 'IT Daddy', then."
The kiss that followed was soft, gentle, lingering. Poland melted into it, sinking his fingers into Estonia's hair. He knew what the rest of the weekend would be like; slow, relaxed. Fun, and not too taxing. A walk in the evening. Another round of sex before bed.
Maybe next time, he'd ask him over without bothering to make an excuse.
Maybe not.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Poland
Rating: 18+
Length: 4k
Summary: Safeword must contain 8 letters and one special character.
Other: Written for Tik for Sunflower Auction! And posted during Crack the WIP. Hitting two events with one stone. ;V
A Visit from the IT Daddy
so i tried to get a cracked game off a torrent and kinda fucked myself
you'll come over this weekend to help me fix it right?
By "help you fix it" do you mean "do the restore for you"?
Poland looked from his computer screen to his phone, and let out a soft huff. How the heck had Estonia guessed?!
umm maybe
Only if you ask nicely.
seriously???
I know you know how to do this yourself; I went over it with you the last time something like this happened. If I do this for you, you'll have to be good and make sure to take more caution next time.
Poland grinned as he read the reply. He should have expected that Estonia would say something like that. Sure, Poland could handle that little problem himself – if he could be bothered. But it was so much better to get someone else to do it for him, especially if that someone was Estonia. And if it meant getting lectured a little – well, so what?
Deciding to give up on his computer for the moment, he headed toward the bedroom, bringing his phone along with him.
ill be soooo good, i promise. Please please please
What, you're going to beg for it? Like I'm the IT Daddy?
mm yes please restore my backups daddy
Poland snickered and fell back onto his bed, letting the phone drop from his hands. There was a long moment without response, and he suspected that either Estonia was flustered from his suave and sexy flirting, or he was exasperated with it.
The latter was more likely, Poland thought, but you never know.
Eventually, there was a ping, and Poland picked up his phone.
Safeword must contain 8 letters and one special character.
Accompanying the text was a photo of a flogger made out of ethernet cables.
Okay, Poland thought, you got me. He called him, twirling a strand of hair around a finger as he waited for Estonia to pick up.
"Yes?" Even in one word, Estonia sounded way too pleased with himself.
"So like, did you just happen to have that on hand, or what?"
"I might have." Estonia paused, then quickly added, "As a joke prop, of course. I, ah, I don't think it'd be ideal in practice."
Poland bit his lip, trying not to laugh. Trust Estonia to worry about something like that. He dropped his voice, making it low and breathy. "Oh, daddy, you're full of surprises."
There came a strangled snort from the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, Poland, I just can't take you seriously when you call me that."
"No? How about 'Sir'?" Poland said with a grin. "Or like, 'Mister Estonia'?"
Estonia cleared his throat. "That's... I do like that better, yes. Now -"
"I'll suck your dick if you fix my computer for me."
"Poland!"
"What?"
"You'd do that anyway."
"True."
"Not that I'm objecting, you know. I just... Ahem."
Poland imagined how Estonia must look. Flustered, pushing his glasses up his nose, and trying to put on a serious expression, as if that seriousness could somehow get communicated through the distance. A hint of pink on his cheeks. Cute.
"So, Mister Estonia," Poland said. "How about this. You are good to come see me this weekend, right?"
There was a pause from the other end, wary. "Yes...?"
"Okay, well." Poland swept a tongue over his lower lip, trying to figure out how to get the tone he wanted. Low, husky. "If you help me out, I'll be really grateful, you know. I'll be sooo good to you. It'll be worth your while, Mister Estonia. Promise."
A long pause. Poland waited, picturing Estonia's thoughtful look, pretty sure that he was weighing the potential inconvenience against the potential benefit, and both of those against the possibility that Poland was taking the piss. Finally, the answer came.
"All right, all right. I'll do it." The tone in Estonia's voice was light, a little exasperated. "But only if you keep your promise."
"I will!"
"And if you promise to be more careful in the future."
"Yeah, yeah, I promise. But only if you promise to leave the flogger at home, okay?"
The sound of Estonia's laughter sent him smiling.
The direction that Poland's relationship with Estonia had taken over the years had changed in ways that nobody had predicted, least of all either of them. What had started on one cold, chilly night had led to – what? Poland wasn't sure what to call it. Sometimes he wondered if the whole thing would collapse; he'd do the worst thing at the worst time and that would be the end of it. Or something beyond their control would push them apart, no matter how they felt about it.
Asking Estonia whether he felt like that was out of the question. No way. That would make it too serious.
Poland wanted what they had to be anything but serious.
When the weekend came, Estonia arrived, bringing with him a bright, sunny day. Poland welcomed him in, sinking into his arms immediately, right there in the doorway.
"Oh, did you miss me?" Estonia said, tightening the hug a little. He sounded surprised.
"Maybe," Poland said. He closed his eyes, breathed in the fresh clean scent of him. Let the moment last a while longer. Then he drew away, flashing Estonia a grin. "Or maybe I'm looking forward to having my gaming setup working again."
There was a moment of confusion – then the exasperated sigh. "Really, Poland?"
"Well, like, not right now. Later. Come on, come inside. I'm happy to see you." He meant 'I've missed you,' but that was close enough to the same thing.
Poland kept his word; he didn't bring the subject up again. Not while Estonia brought his luggage in, putting it in its familiar place in Poland's bedroom. Not when they went over weekend plans, finding that the time was too short – but they'd make the best of it. Not when they went out together, going to the cafe that Poland knew Estonia liked, sitting outside with coffee and pastries and talking about anything but favours.
The day was warm and bright.
Poland made eyes at Estonia across the cafe table. From the moment they'd sat down, he'd been trying to get Estonia flustered. There were few things more satisfying than making him blush with nothing more than a totally-not-risque remark. But somehow this time, Estonia managed to resist his charms, and Poland gave up – at least on the comments. It didn't mean he couldn't flutter his lashes at him, though, and that got a smile, at least.
Bugging him to visit had been a good idea, then. As soon as Poland had that thought, he decided to say it.
"You should come over more often," Poland said, leaning in closer, dropping his voice enough for it to be audible over the sound of the street, but no further.
"What do you mean?" Estonia asked. He pushed the glasses up on his nose, giving Poland a look that told he knew damn well what Poland meant.
"I mean, like, you're not that far away, but I don't see you that much." Poland pouted, and licked sticky sugar from his fingers, the pastry long gone. "It's not fair."
"I do call you whenever I can," Estonia pointed out. His brows lifted in amusement at Poland's exaggeration. "Besides, if you want me to visit, you only need to say so."
"What, you mean like, make a booty call?"
Estonia laughed – and there it was, that hint of rose spreading over his cheeks. "I guess you could call it that," he said.
Poland smiled. "You might regret this, y'know."
"I know. But maybe I won't."
There was something so earnest about the way he said it that it made Poland pause, his chest feeling suddenly tight. "Maybe you won't," Poland agreed, and hoped it was true.
When they were back at Poland's place, Estonia was all business. Poland watched as he settled down into the computer chair, looking as if he belonged there, intelligent eyes showing that the gears in his head had started turning.
"This shouldn't take more than an hour and a half at most," Estonia said. He glanced up at Poland. "Do you have something to occupy yourself for a while?"
"Yeah." Poland leaned down to steal a kiss. "I'll be good and stay out of your way," he said, winking as he withdrew.
With a blush and an exaggerated sigh, Estonia waved him out of the room.
Poland left him to it, knowing that for the next hour at least, Estonia would want peace and quiet in order to concentrate. Instead, he occupied himself with making cookies. If he didn't keep himself busy, the urge to go in there and talk with Estonia would be hard to ignore, even if he was the one who had asked him for the favour in the first place.
It was a little weird how comfortable he was with having Estonia in his house and tinkering with his stuff, Poland decided. Weird, but good. The circumstances were so different from the times that they'd lived together. Inviting someone to spend time with you was really something else – and so was trusting them enough to ask them to rummage around in your computer.
I should just be happy about this, Poland thought as he mixed sugar and butter, breathed in the scent of sweetness. The specifics of what 'this' was were something he didn't want to think about too hard. His relationship with Estonia? Estonia's patience and good nature? The fact that it was even possible for them to have a close personal relationship at all, compared to times when it might have been a bad idea even if they'd wanted it?
All of the above. And more.
Don't think about it, Poland decided. Things have changed, and things will change, but this is how it is right now.
After a little more than an hour, Poland felt the familiar buzz of his phone inside his pocket.
I'm almost finished, Estonia's text message said. Running a few final checks now.
It was just like him to send a message like that rather than call out from the other side of the flat. Poland smiled, thought for a moment, then set his phone down.
He went – not to join him, not yet, but to the bedroom. Undressing partway, stripping off his trousers, Poland found himself trying to fumble with shirt buttons and go through his closet at the same time. It was a good idea, right? Changing into something else? Something nicer or sexier or -
Poland closed his closet with an exasperated huff. In this spur-of-the-moment decision, nothing looked right, and somehow even the concept of choice was overwhelming. Letting out a disgusted noise, he turned around and glared at himself in the mirror. "Come on, this shouldn't be so hard!" he muttered to himself. "It's Estonia. Like, get a grip."
And that was it, wasn't it? He had said he'd thank him. So, he wanted to make an effort, sure. But it was Estonia – it was just Estonia.
Wait a minute, Poland thought. He straightened and looked at himself in the mirror again. The red shirt he wore was long; way too long, really, but that meant it brushed very low, covering everything. The buttons – he unbuttoned three, reconsidered, then made it two. After a moment, he undid the cuffs and rolled the sleeves up.
There, he thought. That's better.
It was hardly a look, but it would work for what he wanted.
At the last minute, he ducked into the bathroom to ready himself. Then, after glancing once more in the mirror and putting on some lip balm, he went to see Estonia.
Estonia had made himself comfortable. He'd even gone to the trouble of tidying the desk space, with all of the miscellaneous junk that had accumulated around the screens tucked away and carefully organized.
"It's all done," Estonia said, not looking up from the screen as Poland came in. "Looks like it's running fine. Really, Poland, I know you're capable of fixing this kind of problem. You're going to have to make this up to me, you know."
"How about I make it up to you right now?" Poland asked. With a deft hand, he spun the computer chair around until Estonia was facing him, then bent to steal a kiss. Even though it was light and soft, when he pulled away he was satisfied to see a streak of flustered pink across Estonia's cheeks.
"Well, I..." Estonia spoke slowly, dazed, as if his brain were trying to catch up with what happened. Then, as he swept his gaze over Poland, his eyes widened, cheeks darkening. "You can't be serious."
"Like I'm ever serious."
"You don't mean we should do it here, do you?"
"As if." But I bet you'd love that, Poland thought before putting the idea aside. Another time, maybe. Dipping his head close, he let his lips brush against Estonia's ear. "So. Bedroom?"
"You don't even need to ask."
Poland laughed, took his hand, and pulled him close. After stealing one more kiss, he took him where they both wanted to go.
The light in the bedroom was bright, with the open blinds letting in the late afternoon sunlight. It took no effort at all to sit Estonia down on the bed. He still looked dazed and flustered, and when Poland bent to kiss him, he let out a soft moan against his mouth – from a kiss! Just a kiss! Poland sucked at his lower lip before drawing away, raising an eyebrow.
"So," Poland said, trying his best to keep his voice kind of low, kind of husky, kind of sexy, but effortless, like he wasn't trying at all. "What'll it be, IT Daddy? Want me to suck your dick?"
"'Daddy' again? Really?" Estonia asked, settling his hands at Poland's waist, looking up at him with an expression halfway amused, halfway exasperated, and all flustered.
"Sure." Poland grinned. "Or should I say 'Sir'?"
"Much better." Estonia cleared his throat, letting his hands drift lower, brushing along Poland's hips, his ass, touching the hem of his long shirt. "Anyway, I, ah... I think that would be very nice. As a start. You seem to have plans for something else, too."
Poland smiled. In place of an answer, he sank to his knees.
The movements were practised. Easy. Get his trousers open. Get his cock out. Between the dirty talk and the situation itself, Estonia was already hard, and that was no surprise at all.
"God, you're so into me," Poland muttered as he stroked Estonia's cock, appreciating its firmness, thumbing at the head.
"Poland!"
"Yeah?" He glanced up.
Estonia had that 'exasperated but also turned on' look that he had so often then they were in bed together. "Just..." He bit his lower lip, looking like he was flailing for the words.
"Just, what?"
Swallowing, Estonia's hands fell to grip the bedsheets. "Just keep going. Please."
Poland flashed him a smile. "Sure thing, Mister Estonia."
He had to admit, he loved hearing that word. 'Please'. So polite, and totally unnecessary. It felt good for Estonia to say it. Like Poland might change his mind.
Like hell he would.
He kept his mouth slick and his lashes low. For a moment his hair fell around his face, until Estonia moved to sweep it out of the way, wrapping it carefully around his fingers. Not too tight. Just enough to keep it in place as he put some light pressure to the back of Poland's head. That hint of assertiveness went straight to Poland's dick, and he moaned softly around Estonia's cock as he dipped his head down.
Funny, Poland thought, that Estonia's so, so good at this; it wasn't something he had expected before sleeping with him. But that was how Estonia was. Not too pushy or too rough, but more than forward enough to keep things interesting. To say nothing of the times he'd tell Poland to be good, or to behave. Getting a lecture wasn't something Poland had ever thought he'd find hot, but with Estonia – well. That was an exception, at least when they were in bed.
Poland thought about telling Estonia that, asking what he thought of it, how he managed to be so pliable but so cool, so relaxed but so firm in the right moment, because it was pretty damn sexy – but with his mouth full of cock, and himself steadily growing more turned on by the minute, that sure wasn't happening. He let out another soft whimper, more for show than anything, and let his hands stroke what his mouth couldn't touch.
Eventually it just became Too Much. Poland withdrew, breathing deep as he glanced up, taking a moment to sweep his tongue over lips slick with saliva. "Okay, that's it," he said. "I want you in me. Like, right now."
"I'm surprised it took you so long to say that," Estonia observed as Poland rose to his feet.
"Oh, stop. Just let me do this." He paused, then added, "Don't bother getting up to undress."
"But -" Estonia started to object, then thought better of it. He swung his legs up onto the mattress, and rested against the pillows with a sigh. "Just what do you have in mind?"
"You're acting like I'm plotting something." Poland pouted as he moved to tug Estonia's trousers and underwear down and out of the way, leaving enough room for what he wanted to do.
"And you're saying you aren't?"
"No! Well, uh. Not right now." He ignored a raised eyebrow from Estonia, and rummaged in the nighttable drawer until he found the lube.
Somehow, Estonia managed to keep his composure as Poland moved to straddle him, hand dipping low to slick him up. "You're being very accommodating," he observed, voice wavering only a fraction as Poland stroked him with slippery fingers.
"Well, like, I did say I'd return the favour. Besides, I'm ready for you. Right now. Already." Poland leaned in close, his lips brushing Estonia's ear. "I lubed up my ass while you were finishing the restore."
That broke what composure Estonia had, and he swallowed hard, his cheeks deepening to a bright red. "Did you really?" He spoke slowly, as if he was trying to picture that, and liked what his mind's eye saw.
"I just..." Poland's breath caught as Estonia's hands settled low on his hips. "I dunno, I guess I was getting impatient."
"I think you're completely incapable of being patient," Estonia said crisply. His eyes flashed, bright and amused in spite of his flustered state. "You don't have it in you at all. Not when it comes to sex, at the very least."
"That's -" Poland rolled his eyes, blushing in spite of himself. It was the situation they were in, it was the way he felt to be over Estonia's lap, it was that look Estonia sent him before taking off his glasses – so sure of himself, almost smug, but not quite. "You might be right. Like, just a little?"
"Of course." That smile widened. "Now, since you have so little patience, maybe you should go ahead and thank me for that favour." The smooth act lasted only a moment before it was followed by a soft, flustered – "Since I'm not that patient either, I mean. With you. At the moment."
Poland held back a laugh. That was Estonia – so cool one moment, so cute the next. He cupped his face in his hands, brushing his thumb along one warm cheek. "Oh, yes sir," Poland purred, then dipped his head to kiss him.
It felt so good. The experience of being spread out. The hands on him, stronger than some might expect, keeping him steady, helping him move. The sensation of being full – it was just right.
Poland didn't bother to keep the sound in. Sure, the moans and gasps could come out loud, what did he care? They were only muffled in the moments when he stole a kiss, pressing his mouth to Estonia's, feeling the open-mouthed groans against his lips, fingertips digging into his thighs.
"You're enjoying yourself," Estonia muttered against his lips.
"Mm, yeah." Poland rolled his hips down, taking him in deep. "God, this is good. I'm just gonna use you as a dildo, okay?"
Letting out a sigh, Estonia pulled away, giving Poland a withering look as he rocked up into him. "In that case, I might as well have it copied into a sex toy for you."
Poland's eyes flew open. "Can they, like -" He gasped, faltered, then tried again. "Is that even a thing? Making a copy of your dick?"
"I -" Flustered though he was, Estonia seemed to be actually considering the logistics of it. "I don't know. Modern technology has advanced so much... I wouldn't be surprised?"
Poland thought about this, to the extent he was capable of thinking about anything, which at the moment wasn't a whole lot. He slowed his movements, kept his arms around Estonia's shoulders for balance, and caught his eye. There was something about the way he looked – those familiar pink cheeks, afternoon sunlight on his face, hair plastered to his forehead, and a spark in his eye as if Estonia knew exactly what he was thinking – the whole package made Poland melt. "Yeah, well," he breathed, trying to sound both casual and coherent, which was almost impossible. "The real thing's better."
Quiet for a moment. They watched each other, moving together, thinking about this. Then Estonia's hands moved, shifting to hold Poland more steadily. When Poland gave him a questioning look, all Estonia did was smile.
"Here," Estonia said – and he gently guided Poland down, bracing him as he settled him onto his back, moving over him. "Let me... Let me show you how good it can be."
Poland would have said something to that. Might have. But it was good - so good – deep, deep, deeper, and instead of speaking he arched, rolled up against him, his gasps and the sound of skin against skin drowning out Estonia's soft sighs.
He came without even touching himself.
Later, dazed and staring at the ceiling, with Estonia's hand cupping his head and fingers wrapped gently in his hair, Poland found himself at a loss for words.
For once.
At least for the moment.
Which was ridiculous.
He felt like he should say something, that he ought to say something, but if he opened his mouth whatever would come out would be too weird or too ridiculous or too mood-ruining.
But if he did ruin the mood – so what? It wasn't like Estonia wasn't used to that. If he found it too much of a turn-off, he wouldn't be here at all.
To his surprise, Estonia spoke first. "You don't need to come up with excuses to get me to visit," he said, brushing his thumb against Poland's cheek.
Poland closed his eyes, drinking in the warmth of his hand, the softness. "Yeah, I know," he said. Then, as the words crowded his mouth, he kept going. "But like, it wasn't a pretense. I really didn't want to do that restore. Not if I could get you to do it instead."
Estonia made an exasperated noise, pressing his face against Poland's neck. "You're impossible," was his muttered reply.
"Come on, you know you love my bullshit. You love it sooo much, the only reason you aren't over here all the time is because you don't want to look too thirsty."
Another huff. "Clearly." The eyeroll was audible in Estonia's voice, but so was the softness, the gentleness, the sense that he didn't mind any of it at all. "I just meant – you can invite me over any time, you know. Like a normal person. Not that either of us is normal, of course."
"And what if I find it more fun to mess with you? And like, make you do favours for me and stuff?"
A pause. A moment of consideration, followed by a soft laugh. "I guess I'll have to live with being your on-call 'IT Daddy', then."
The kiss that followed was soft, gentle, lingering. Poland melted into it, sinking his fingers into Estonia's hair. He knew what the rest of the weekend would be like; slow, relaxed. Fun, and not too taxing. A walk in the evening. Another round of sex before bed.
Maybe next time, he'd ask him over without bothering to make an excuse.
Maybe not.
