lucas is an aspiring musician who just received an internship to study under the well-renowned dr. elio stoffels. leaving utrecht is all he ever wanted but he feels quite adamant to see antwerp as a possible new home. music and studying, he tells himself, is all he is bound to do in the new city.
until he meets the beautiful lips turned up in a smirk and a cigarette dangling between them.
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I wasn’t entirely sure whether to post this or not (and I had some trouble getting it finished), but in honour of ‘meeting’ @dreamy-slytherin a year ago, here’s a fic about five ways VDS could have met, and one way they do :)
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1. Evak/Davenzi Style
Jens is only sitting on the toilet for about two minutes when he hears the footsteps and quiet cursing as someone rattles the door of his stall. He freezes, looking up from his phone with wide eyes. He supposes it’s someone looking to use the bathroom, but then he hears the ruffle of the tissue dispenser on the wall rather than the door in the stall next to him.
He hesitates for a moment, then stands, stuffing his phone in his pocket and opening the door carefully.
Surely enough, there’s a boy standing by the sinks, fiddling futilely at the empty box. Jens only has time to take in ratty converse, light-wash blue jeans and a matching denim jacket before the boy is turning and glancing at him. Jens’s breath gets caught up in his throat at the sight of striking blue eyes and bronze curls.
He’s seen this boy, once. He had passed him in the courtyard earlier in the week, and the boy had met his gaze and continued walking, and Jens was left looking over his shoulder after him and wondering why. He thought it was the unfamiliar face. That could be the reason, now, that something curious and excited flutters in his stomach and urges him, this time, to interact.
“Fuck, sorry, you’re looking for tissues,” he says.
The boy only looks at him as Jens retreats into the stall long enough to tear off a strip of toilet paper. He comes out and hands it to the boy now stood stock still in the dim fluorescent lights, who takes it from him hesitantly. Jens only then notices the damp drips drying into the boy’s pink sweater. The weight of his eyes on the spot seems to be what snaps the other boy into motion, as he immediately begins dabbing at his clothes in an attempt to sop up the water.
“Fountain mishap, or something more embarrassing?” Jens finds himself asking, leaning back against the sinks.
“Uhm.” The boy glances up at him, cheeks tinted red. It’s cute. “Fountain. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
Jens shakes his head, smiling, ignoring that this is his first time hearing the boy’s voice and that it’s accented and pretty. “Nah, I’ve been using it for years and it still acts up on me, don’t stress. You’re new.”
It isn’t a question, because now that Jens has heard him speak and the boy had admitted his confusion, it’s obvious.
“That’s why I was supposed to be going to the group thing, but this didn’t feel like the best first impression.” He gestures at his sweater, where the stain has faded slightly but also spread in retaliation.
Jens shrugs. “I wouldn’t go in there, if I were you. They’re doing trust circles. Hand holding and all.”
When the boy looks at him curiously, Jens explains, “Whatever they’re doing in there is the reason I was in here.”
This earns him a huff of laughter, as the boy tosses his wad of tissue in the bin and glances at the door, then back at Jens. Jens pulls the joint from behind his ear and holds it up for the boy to see, raising his brows. There’s a moment of hesitation, and then Jens simply heads out the door and nods for the boy to follow him.
He leads them outside, and finally settles atop one of the tables in the courtyard with his feet on the bench. By the time the boy joins him, Jens has already lit the joint and taken a drag. The boy accepts it when Jens offers it to him and climbs up onto the table himself, shoulders curling against the cold as he brings the joint to his lips.
“What’s your name?”
The boy looks at him and passes the joint back, cheeks and nose red now. “Lucas.”
Lucas, Lucas, Lucas.
Jens lets the name settle for a second and then says, “I’m Jens.”
Lucas simply nods, but he’s smiling as he tucks his hands into his pockets and hugs his jacket tighter around himself. It’s obvious, looking at him, that he’s cold, but he radiates warmth all along Jens’s side. Jens allows himself to shift just an inch closer, imperceptibly, stretching a leg out as he does it in the hope that Lucas won’t notice. But Lucas remains unphased and silent, and Jens misses his gaze and his voice.
“So, who roped you into Amber’s cult?” Jens asks.
This time, Lucas’s laugh is full-bodied and beautiful, paired with a small but brilliant smile as he looks at Jens incredulously. “That would‘ve been Amber herself, but Luca was oddly more convincing. You know them well?”
Jens hums in confirmation, but doesn’t bother offering the story. Instead he says, “It only took me about thirty seconds to realise that’s why I should’ve known better.”
“Okay,” Lucas laughs again. “I feel kind of bad for skipping out. They’ve been very welcoming.”
“Are you in our year?” Jens questions.
Lucas shakes his head. “Sixth.”
Jens furrows his brows, suddenly intrigued. “Transferring in your last year?”
Lucas simply shrugs.
“From Amsterdam?” Jens guesses.
“Utrecht,” Lucas corrects. Then, with a glint to his smile, “I’m on the run.”
Jens whistles. “Amber would’ve loved you sharing that in her party games. She’s gonna be so jealous I got the gossip first.”
Lucas heaves a sigh. “And, test failed. Now I’m going to have to kill you too and hide somewhere else.”
Jens starts laughing in the middle of a drag and chokes slightly, but it doesn’t deter him. He just coughs into his fist and lets his laughter continue, loud in his surprise, smile stretched so wide his cheeks might split. He shakes his head in amusement while Lucas tries to keep his expression stoic, though his lips twitch at the corners. “Come on, if I’d known it was a test I would’ve passed,” Jens protests. “Give me a second chance.”
After an intense staring contest, in which Lucas slowly loses his unimpressed gaze and Jens does his best to look pleading, Lucas is the one to cave. He looks away from Jens with another sigh, smile finally breaking out. “Fine. Since you shared.” Lucas gestures to the joint, and Jens grins and offers it to him again.
Jens thinks the meeting might have been a good idea after all.
2. Elu Style
Lucas shakes his head at Kes and Jayden’s antics, stretching his legs out in front of him and reclining back in the chair, meeting Liv’s pointed look and resisting the urge to offer her a mocking salute. He does, however, allow a smug smile, and Liv simply rolls her eyes and tunes back into the conversation between the girls. Lucas has already blocked them out, and Kes and Jayden gave up their complaining after a mere few minutes, so he hasn’t had to listen to them either. Instead he lets them all fade into a buzz, and only curiously looks around when the door opens again and more students trickle in.
His heart jumps up and lodges itself in his throat.
Amidst the miniature crowd is a tall boy with raven hair and bright brown eyes, whom Lucas has definitely never seen before at this school but is possibly the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on.
The boy sits at the edge of the row behind Lucas, caught in conversation with the girl sitting next to him. However, as he settles, he glances around. It’s possible this description of his actions is inaccurate, because in fact his eyes seem to go straight to Lucas’s without taking in any other aspect of the room. Lucas freezes as the boy’s smile seems to grow just slightly, and quickly looks away, focusing his attention back on Engel, who has now begun giving some sort of introduction.
Lucas would be dishonest if he said he took in a word, but he hadn’t planned on it to begin with. He’d just thought it would be due to zoning out rather than an unexpected distraction.
But he’s raptly focused on the rapid beat of his heart, and he can’t help throwing another glance over his shoulder.
Throughout the whole meeting, it’s a repetitive process. Lucas glances over his shoulder and then away again, every time the boy meets his eyes and smiles wider and doesn’t avert his own gaze. Lucas’s cheeks are warm, the heat having crawled slowly up his neck and continuing to spread. He’s glad of the light tan he’d earned over the summer, hoping that it keeps the blush mostly secret. He doubts it, however, especially when he looks back to find the boy’s eyes already on him and his pulse rockets to a worrying speed.
“—cas?”
Lucas tunes back in as Kes elbows him, willing his blush down and letting out a hum. Jayden huffs a laugh, shaking his head, but the furrow of Kes’s brow belies his smile. “The girl, last night. What happened?”
“Yeah,” Lucas says, making Kes’s brows raise and Jayden make another noise of exasperation. “I mean, yeah, it was cool.”
Jayden leans in as Kes nods, expectant. “Did you get her number?”
Lucas murmurs a confirmation, and mostly blocks out their cheers and praises. He keeps his gaze on the girls, but still doesn’t know what they’re talking about, still only has one image fixed in his mind and his heartbeat loud in his ears. He glances over his shoulder one more time and the boy is no longer looking at him.
He avoids glancing back for the rest of the meeting and is dismayed to realise the boy has already left by the time he shuffles out with Kes and Jayden. The only saving grace is that they seem not to have minded the meeting much, and don’t give Lucas any shit on their way to the gate, rather talking idly amidst themselves and leaving Lucas lost in his own head. They depart once they make it onto the dark street, both offering him their traditional handshake and a wave, and Lucas turns towards the bus-stop on his own.
Lucas instantly recognises the lone figure beyond the stop, poised in front of the vending machine with his back to the street. The same boy from the meeting. He hesitates as he bypasses the bench and hovers a few feet away, leaving himself with a view of the boy’s side profile and the anxious tap of his fingers over his bag strap. He’s gazing at the vending machine in deep concentration, contemplating his options with more seriousness than Lucas has ever witnessed.
After a moment, in which the boy fails to acknowledge him, Lucas clears his throat. “Twenty-one is the best, in my opinion,” he offers.
He politely ignores the way the boy jumps, though has to purse his lips to stop a smile. The boy looks him over consideringly, then shrugs and slots some coins into the machine before pressing the buttons. The bar falls from the twenty-one rack and the boy repeats the process, watching the one remaining snack fall and then ducking down to dig them both out.
Lucas watches the whole affair in awe and mild offence.
Then the boy turns to him and raises one of the bars and his brows; a silent offering. Lucas simply stares at him, and the boy tosses him the chocolate without a word, and then nods towards the bench.
There’s no reason not to, so Lucas follows with the bar clutched in his hands.
They settle onto opposite ends of the cool seat. Lucas watches as the boy tears the wrapper and takes an experimental bite. He chews, looking out at the street rather than at Lucas, until he swallows and allows a nod. Then he turns to Lucas with the same smile as earlier and simply says, “Not bad.”
Lucas shrugs, letting a smile of his own surface and cataloguing the accent, rather than allowing himself to focus on the boy’s lips. He holds up his own bar and gives it a little wave. “When it’s free, it’s easy to enjoy even more.”
The boy huffs, accepting this with an amused nod before popping another square of chocolate in his mouth. The silence stretches in the time it takes him to swallow, and then he looks at Lucas with a squinty smile and says, “The meeting was kind of weird.”
“Yeah.” It’s Lucas’s turn to huff, his smile growing. “You’ll learn to expect that from Engel. Did you understand what the survey was about?”
“No,” the boy admits with a laugh. He tears the wrapper of his bar a little further and Lucas’s gaze is drawn to his hands. He shrugs and looks back up at Lucas. “Still, it’s cool.”
“The survey?” Lucas raises a brow.
The boy huffs another laugh. “No, but the common room. It’s a good way to meet new people.”
Lucas absorbs this, then tests out his earlier deduction. “You’re new?”
“Started a couple of weeks ago,” the boy confirms.
“Isn’t that a little weird?” Lucas asks. “Transferring a few months before graduation?”
The boy looks at him again, now with raised brows. “Do you just find everything weird?”
Lucas huffs, feeling some of his flush return, but he mimics the other’s expression. “Wasn’t it you calling the meeting weird first?”
The boy accepts this loss with a shrug, smiling at Lucas before setting a square of chocolate between his teeth. “I must be weird too, then.”
“I didn’t mean—“ Lucas begins the protest, but falters when he notices the amused glimmer in the boy’s gaze. Then he closes his eyes and lets out a breath, poking his tongue into his cheek in an attempt to control his smile. The boy laughs, and Lucas shakes his head. “No, I’m sure you’re great…”
He trails off, realising he hasn’t asked for the other’s name. Thankfully, the boy seems to understand, and simply says, “Jens.” He sets his now empty wrapper in his lap and brushes his hands off on his jeans, then holds one out towards Lucas. “I’m Jens.”
Lucas takes his hand somewhat cautiously, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat kick up again. He stashes the name away alongside the smile and the eyes and the accent. Then he returns, “Lucas.”
3. Crisana Style
Jens weaves his way through the crowd and towards the front door, where he’s immediately stopped by the bouncer. Jens holds up his free hand and whirls around to abandon his mostly-empty beer bottle on the nearest flat surface, then finally makes his way into the cooler air. He sucks in a breath and releases it on a sigh, moving along the side of the building to collapse on one of the benches. He leans back against the wall and lets out another sigh, closing his eyes in contentment as he enjoys the relatively silent surroundings.
Then someone says, “Hey.”
Jens starts, blinking his eyes open and turning his head to the left to find a boy sitting next to him. At first, Jens is slightly dubious, because meeting a stranger sitting outside a club in the dark isn’t often a good outcome. But the boy is young, at least, around Jens’s own age as far as he can tell. His eyes are clear, not bloodshot or misty, though he does have a joint between his fingers. There’s an amused, curious curve to his lips as he watches Jens. Jens swallows down the sudden lump in his throat and manages, “Hey.”
The boy raises his brows at him, and Jens swallows and blinks all over again. “I’m Lucas,” the boy says, still watching Jens closely. Jens just keeps staring. “We have literature together?”
Jens’s lips part, and then recognition shines through the alcohol-induced haze. “Fuck, sorry, you’re the new guy.” Lucas huffs, but he’s still smiling and he nods in acknowledgment, flicking some ash off the end of the joint. Jens follows the movement, then returns to gazing at Lucas’s face, and he finds that he’s smiling back. It’s not that he’s been waiting for this opportunity, but, well, he might have spent some time those first few days staring across the room at the back of Lucas’s head and the occasional tilt of his side profile. He hasn’t made any attempts at connecting with Lucas himself, but he’d heard all the stories and felt all the same curiosity. He can’t deny that he’s a little excited, now, to get the opportunity to interact. “I’m Jens.”
Lucas simply raises his brows, his smile widening. “I know.”
It doesn’t make it easy to continue the conversation, but it sends a few rivulets of warmth flowing through Jens’s chest. It’s a curious feeling, and one that he doesn’t want to think much about. Instead he keeps staring at Lucas and watches as he brings the joint back to his lips, taking another drag. Lucas is dressed much more stylishly and a lot less conveniently than Jens. He’s shivering in his dark button-down and jeans, and his hair attempts to flutter out of the neat waves he has lain over his forehead. Jens compares it to his own usual hoodie while realising he’s staring, and then quickly looks away.
He pats down his pockets, eventually finding the small bag in his jeans and pulling it out only to realise it’s empty. He blows out a sigh and stows the plastic away and hears another huff next to him. Lucas’s hand comes into his line of sight, joint held out in offering. “Here.”
Jens takes it gratefully, drawing a long inhale and then stiffening at Lucas’s sound of protest.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Lucas orders. “That’s the last of my home stash.”
Jens huffs in understanding, passing the joint back and ignoring the sparks of heat as Lucas’s fingers brush his. “And where’s that? You’re Dutch, right?”
Lucas nods. “I moved from Utrecht.” He flicks some more ash off the joint then hands it to Jens.
This time, Jens takes a small puff and blows the smoke upward, letting it curl into the space between them. Now Lucas’s eyes appear hazy. Pretty. Jens rolls the joint between his fingers and takes another drag when Lucas simply leans back and watches him. Jens looks at him curiously. “Why’d you do that? Move in the middle of the year? It’s a little weird, no?”
He waits for an answer, but Lucas has already lost interest in him, diverting his gaze past Jens with a raised hand. “Wait, this song.”
He looks at Jens excitedly. Jens looks back, listening. He can faintly hear the music filtering through the open doorway, but he doesn’t recognise it. He purses his lips and shakes his head, admitting his confusion. Lucas’s jaw drops and he nudges his shoulder. “Come on. From Romeo and Juliet?”
Jens slowly shakes his head again, biting down a smile as Lucas scoffs and snatches the joint back out of his hand.
“Seriously? You’ve never seen it?” At Jens’s denial, Lucas’s smile turns teasing. “I can’t believe you take literature and you’re this uncultured.”
“Hey,” Jens protests, laughing slightly. Lucas’s eyes are very blue. He’s got a ring on the index finger of his right hand. Jens watches it glimmer as Lucas lifts his hand to his mouth for another drag. The joint has dwindled down so far his fingers are almost brushing his lips. “I’ve read Romeo and Juliet.” Plus, he knows Robbe has watched it, and he had sat through a scene or two, but he’d never felt a desire to watch the whole thing. It didn’t feel like his kind of film. He hadn’t thought it would be Lucas’s, either, but he doesn’t know how he’d know that in the first place.
“Yeah, but everyone knows the Baz Luhrmann production is the best version.” Lucas points at him, both brows raised. “You have to watch it before you’re allowed to watch any other new film. Even just for this soundtrack. Look.”
Before Jens knows what’s happening, Lucas is grabbing his hand with the one still holding the joint and pulling it towards himself, pressing Jens’s palm to his own chest, over his heartbeat. Jens sucks in a breath.
Lucas doesn’t notice, eyes bright as he continues speaking. “Do you ever get songs like that? Ones that just move you and you can’t even explain why?”
Jens can’t answer, simply watching Lucas with rapt attention. He’s focused on the soft fabric of Lucas’s shirt crinkling between his fingers, and the thump of Lucas’s heart against his hand, quick but not overly so. He’s focused on the sturdy plane of Lucas’s chest and the soft touch of Lucas’s hand. His own heartbeat is loud in his ears.
Then Lucas lays his free hand over Jens’s chest, in the open gap of his hoodie, splaying slowly over his thin t-shirt. Jens holds his breath and looks up at Lucas’s smile.
“See,” Lucas says softly. Jens half expects him to sound smug, but he doesn’t. He’s just quietly pleased, eyes flicking between Jens’s as if he’s searching for something. “It’s not just me. Your heart’s going faster than mine.”
Jens feels like he should protest. He can’t lie about his heartbeat, because it speeds up even further at Lucas’s touch, but he can explain that it isn’t about the music. He can’t even hear it any more. It has all whited out in favour of the sound of Lucas’s voice and his own pulse. Maybe he had drunk more than he’d thought, or Dutch weed is stronger, but he feels lightheaded and loose. Floaty. Still, he has enough sense to know he can’t tell Lucas the truth. That it has nothing to do with the music and everything to do with him, and his proximity, much closer than it had been when Jens first sat down.
Instead of telling him any of this, Jens simply huffs again, but he’s unable to hide his grin.
4. Nicotino Style
Lucas drums his fingers over his knee and glances away from Engel to his phone. The boy in his peripheral laughs at whatever Janna says, and Lucas purposefully doesn’t look at him, swallowing the desire and getting to his feet. He holds up his phone to the girls in apology and points towards the door, putting the phone to his ear and uttering a greeting. He keeps it up as he wanders down the hallway, trailing his fingers along the wall as he goes, talking nonsense until he makes it into the small radio room and gets the door closed behind him. Then he mutters a curse as a ‘goodbye’ and drops into the lone swivel chair, setting his phone on the table next to the microphone.
He does a few slow rotations, taking in the small recording space with faint intrigue. He glances over the various buttons and tools as he completes his round, leaning forward and hovering his fingers over a few. He looks at the microphone in front of him and then picks up the headphones next to it, settling them over his ears. He leans forward hesitantly and speaks into the mic. “Testing, testing, one, two, three.”
As expected, nothing happens. He clears his throat and settles his arms across the tabletop. “Hallo,” he continues, smiling now. “This broadcast is coming to you from Radio Lieve. Today’s talk will be a lesson on how to grow weed from your closet, a highly recommended practice by our very own Engel Beekman, whom we thank. To start—“
He cuts himself off abruptly as the light flicks on across the window and he sees the boy from the meeting through the glass. He’s all dark hair and contrasting features; sharp jaw and nose, soft eyes and lips. They all morph with his smile, as he leans forward and raises his brows at Lucas. “Why did you stop?”
“Uhm,” Lucas says. His mind has gone blank. “I wasn’t recording, just...messing around.”
“Pity,” the boy sighs, sitting back. “I really wanted to see where that was going.”
Lucas can’t help but respond to his smile. His lips curl up involuntarily even in his surprise. He has seen the boy around, but only once or twice, all within the past week. He doesn’t know why he’s never seen him before that, because he’s sure he would have noticed. Now, though, the accent feels like a hint.
Lucas looks at the boy and the boy looks around the small space. “This place is actually kind of cool,” he admits.
“Yeah, well, the place isn’t the problem,” Lucas explains.
The boy laughs quietly. “What is, then?”
Lucas shrugs, slumping back and swiveling side to side in his chair as he thinks, letting his smile slip into a smirk. “Well, the food for one thing. I’m always up for something sweet, but that cake…” he trails off, grimacing, and earns himself a louder bout of laughter.
“And the discipline guide,” the boy points out. “Scheduled bathroom breaks and a dress code? It’s a radio show.”
This time Lucas is the one who laughs. He doesn’t know why he expected to feel nerves. They are present, faintly, but only as a mild flutter in his stomach and sweat on his palms. Overall, he feels pleasantly surprised and mostly relaxed. He’d half thought someone so pretty would be more intimidating, but the boy looks the exact opposite in his cuffed jeans and worn-out hoodie. Especially with the grin on his face.
He turns it past Lucas all of a sudden and brightens. “Is that the balcony?”
Lucas turns around and glances out the window behind him. “Uh, yeah, but I think it’s closed.”
The boy hums, pursing his lips and tilting his head to the side. “Do you think it also shows you how to break into that in this video they talked about?”
Lucas huffs as his smile spreads again. “Probably, but the wifi is terrible here.”
“My phone’s dead,” the boy admits, sighing. Then he raises his brows at Lucas, and holds up a blunt. “Shall we try anyway?”
Lucas raises his brows back and grins.
There are more obstacles than he expects, but the most difficult part is definitely climbing through the broken gate. There’s only one bar taken out, and Lucas thinks if they both weren’t quite as thin, there’s no way they’d make it through. It’s a tight squeeze for the other boy purely due to his height, though he manages with considerably more grace than Lucas. Once they’re finally through, it’s only a matter of trekking up the stairwell and walking out onto the balcony with ease.
The boy whistles as Lucas follows a few steps behind him, looking out at the view. “Damn, this is a pretty nice city.”
“Yeah,” Lucas agrees, vaguely impressed himself. “It’s probably better from up here.”
The boy shrugs and settles himself on the ground, reproducing his blunt and a lighter along with it. Lucas watches as he places the blunt between his lips and lights up, flame illuminating his face in a soft glow for just a second. He looks at Lucas as he’s tucking his lighter back into his pocket, blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth. “Do you already know Engel, then?”
“Kind of,” Lucas shrugs. “Mostly through my friend, Isa.”
The boy nods and passes him the blunt, which Lucas accepts with a quiet thanks. “You don’t seem overly excited about this radio thing, though.”
“It’s complicated,” Lucas admits. He takes a drag and it settles his racing heart a bit, but it can only help so much with the boy’s eyes still on him. “You can’t be that into it, either, if you’re hanging out here with me instead of in there.”
“Blame your friend, Isa,” the boy says with a laugh, before groaning as he tilts his head back. “I needed an extra-curricular and there wasn’t too many options. I figured if I could post dumb vlogs on YouTube I could speak on a school radio show.”
Lucas raises his brows and his eyes widen. He’s sure he looks ridiculous, can see it in the boy’s amused expression, but he can’t quite contain his shock or his desire to know more. “You post vlogs on YouTube? Who the hell are you and why don’t I know already?”
The boy laughs again. It’s an unfairly pretty sound. This time, Lucas thinks there’s a faint blush accompanying it. “I’m Jens,” he offers. “I lived in Belgium until a few weeks ago, so I wouldn’t expect you to know me.”
Lucas blinks. He’d already guessed as much, but it’s still strange to hear. “You moved mid-semester?”
“Yep,” Jens says. He steals the blunt out of Lucas’s hand. “I’m the talk of the town. Gotta say it’s a little disappointing you don’t know me, actually.”
“Plus you’re apparently internet famous,” Lucas says, lingering on Jens’s lips as he wraps them around the blunt. He wouldn’t be entirely surprised. That kind of beauty must have garnered some popularity, somewhere.
Jens shakes his head, amused. “I wouldn’t say that,” he dismisses. “But you’re probably going to stalk me anyway now.”
“Absolutely,” Lucas confirms. Jens shakes his head again, laughs again, and Lucas feels the nerves dissipate into an old, familiar warmth, and instead of squashing it down, lets it spread along with his smile.
5. Sobbe Style
Jens walks back towards the house and catches his first glimpse of the boy through the windows. He glances at Jens briefly through the glass, but doesn’t linger like Jens does. Jens keeps looking over his shoulder until he makes it to the door, and then he steps in just in time for the boy to turn around and look at him. They’d come back to the house Amber had rented previously for break, all the same crew with the addition of Senne, but definitely not this boy. This boy is unfamiliar and pretty and Jens would definitely have noticed if he was supposed to be standing in their kitchen.
“Hey,” Jens says curiously.
“Do you know where the sugar is?” the boy asks, ignoring him. “Or the coffee itself?”
Jens blinks. “Uhm.”
“Any food?” The boy huffs when Jens simply continues to stare at him. “Seriously, are you the manager or what?”
Jens is baffled, and he has no hope of hiding it. “What?”
The boy waves a hand, brows high on his forehead. “I made sure this place was a B&B. Honestly, how hard is it to stock a fridge at least? And what about the little free soaps?”
“Sorry—“ Jens starts.
“Are you so careless of your guests that you don’t even provide bottled water?” the boy cuts him off, seeming genuinely incredulous. “Well?”
Jens parts his lips a few times before actually managing to speak, entirely confused and slightly irritated. “Sorry,” he repeats, “but who actually are you?”
The boy holds his stare for another minute and then breaks into a laugh, covering his face with his hand. He peeks at Jens through his fingers. “Oh my god, sorry.” He chuckles. “You really should’ve seen your face, though.”
When Jens only continues to stare blankly, the boy sobers slightly and offers a hand. “Sorry. I’m Lucas.”
Jens carefully takes his hand and gives one shake, still feeling lost. “Jens.”
“Yeah,” Lucas smiles, then laughs again. “You probably forgot. I’m Sander’s friend. He told me he did this to Robbe last year, made a bet with me that I couldn’t pull it off with one of you guys, too.” Lucas shrugs. His grin appears only faintly apologetic. “So, sorry, you were just the unlucky target.”
Finally, the name rings a bell. Jens had forgotten that Sander invited anyone on this trip, because in his experience it was odd that Sander had any sort of attention span for anyone other than Robbe. But as Jens skims his gaze over Lucas, takes in the artfully ruffled hair and paint-stained clothing and old-fashioned converse, he kind of understands.
“What makes you think Sander will believe you?” Jens finds himself asking, narrowing his eyes at Lucas in a somewhat teasing gesture. It’s the best way he knows to gain back some traction, here, and settle more firmly on his feet.
Lucas is unfazed. “I have a trustworthy witness,” he says easily.
Jens holds his challenging gaze for only a few seconds before relenting, tucking his hands into his pockets and matching Lucas’s leaning pose against the wall. “Your little act was weirdly convincing, I admit.”
Lucas offers a small smile and bow. Jens doesn’t think he has quite the dramatic flair of his friend, but he has some of the cheekiness, the sparkle and the daunting aura. There’s something inexplicably cool and instantly likable—qualities Jens himself has always envied. Lucas had seemed a little embarrassed after his stunt, but he doesn’t appear shy, instead holding a quiet confidence not unlike Robbe’s.
“How do you know Sander?” Jens decides to question, because he really does get it but he also really doesn’t.
He’s surprised when Lucas simply answers, “The Academy.”
Jens raises his brows. He hadn’t thought Lucas was older than him. “You’re in college?”
“Yeah,” Lucas says, faintly amused. “Not just any college, though. Art college.”
“Yeah,” Jens muses, “that’s much better.”
Lucas instantly flips him off, and Jens laughs and instantly decides that he likes this stranger. He supposes that’s a good thing, considering Lucas is to spend the next week with them, and Robbe would probably be pissed if Jens decided not to get along with Sander’s friends. He can’t help thinking none of them have to worry. He’s actually a little awed by Lucas’s small prank and the guts he had to break it out immediately.
“I thought that meant I was supposed to be the pretentious one, but your hospitality is shit,” Lucas informs him. But he’s still grinning, so Jens thinks they’re probably okay.
“Your little joke was very pretentious, don’t worry,” Jens reassures, although he’s not sure he means it. Nothing about Lucas seems overly cocky or irritating. Pretentious isn’t quite a word that fits.
Lucas simply huffs another laugh and then makes his way around him. He grabs a denim jacket from the sofa and then opens the front door, beckoning Jens after him. “Alright, come on.”
Jens blinks, instantly falling back to his confused state. “Huh?” When Lucas simply raises his brows expectantly, Jens clarifies, “Where are we going?”
“You actually don’t have any sugar. Or water,” Lucas says. “We’re going to buy some.”
“But Sander—“
“Is still locked in that room and probably won’t be out for a while.” Lucas raises his brows pointedly as Jens tamps down a grimace. “Do you have anything better to do? Unless you want to stay around and listen, which,” Lucas pulls a face, and the start of a laugh bubbles out of Jens again.
“Robbe’s my best friend, so, no thanks,” Jens explains, mimicking his expression. “I’m in the same boat as you.”
Lucas nods, pleased, like this is information he already knew. Jens supposes he probably did. “So?” Lucas presses. “You coming?”
Jens glances at the sofa, where he could spend the morning lazing around on his own until all the couples emerge and let Lucas wander about the town on his own. Then he looks back at Lucas and the stark blue of his eyes now paired with his denim jacket, still watching Jens back expectantly.
Jens follows him out the door without another word.
+1
Lucas is too lost in his own head to notice the person coming towards him until he collides with them.
The breath is knocked out of him and he stumbles off his skateboard with a curse. Another low voice accompanies him, and the owner’s quick reflexes are the only thing that stops him from tumbling out into the street. A hand grips onto his shoulder and steadies him, and Lucas lets the weight ground him until gravity regains its hold on him.
“Shit, sorry,” Lucas says, finally looking up at the person he’d barelled into. His breath escapes him again at the sight. It’s a boy roughly his age, but with a few inches on him, as well as an overwhelming amount of beauty. There’s no other way to put it—Lucas has long ago begun to acknowledge the attractiveness of every male he meets, and he has no doubt that this boy is utterly gorgeous.
It complicates all of his already messy thoughts. Especially since the boy still hasn’t released Lucas’s shoulder.
He’s staring back at Lucas, skimming his gaze down his frame as if checking for injury. “I think neither of us were watching where we were going there,” the boy admits, laughing slightly as he meets Lucas’s eyes. “You okay?”
Lucas has to take a moment to gather his words. “Yeah,” he breathes. Then he clears his throat. “Thanks.”
The boy huffs and finally (sadly) drops his hand. “What, for almost running you over?”
“No.” Lucas blinks, managing to shake himself out of it enough to smile. “No, I mean, for the hand.”
The boy nods, then tucks those hands in his pockets and curiously tilts his head. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Lucas nods, but the boy immediately continues, “I can’t find a way to make it up to you?”
“I thought it was a mutual collision,” Lucas points out, then immediately wants to smack himself. It’s not every day he sees a gorgeous boy, never mind bumps into one. Beyond that, this boy hadn’t immediately left, when he could have easily cursed Lucas out and left it at that. Instead he’s still talking, and offering more, and Lucas is stupid. He should not be trying to put the boy off. He has no idea what he is supposed to do.
It doesn’t seem to matter, because the boy merely shrugs. “Yeah, but you looked more in need of a hand than me.”
Even Lucas isn’t stupid enough to argue with that.
“Can I ask your name, at least?” the boy tries.
That’s usually a good place to start, Lucas thinks. “Yeah, sorry. Lucas. You?”
“Jens.”
Lucas tucks the information away with a nod. He almost expects Jens to offer his hand again, this time to shake, but instead he gets another curious tilt of the head.
“Where were you headed?” Jens questions.
“Uhm.” Lucas blanks. He isn’t out with a destination in mind—only the departure had felt necessary. “I don’t know,” he admits. “I’m not familiar with anywhere yet.”
“You’re not from here?” Jens questions. He doesn’t seem surprised, though, as if the answer is already obvious, which it probably is. Lucas shakes his head anyway. Jens actually seems pleased with the information. “Let me show you around a bit, then. Might at least stop you from taking down anyone else.”
Lucas thinks he should feel mildly offended, but he can only smile in response. “If you can show me somewhere with good desserts, I’ll fully consider you a life-saver.”
Jens accepts this challenge with a small laugh, and turns around on the street to face the way Lucas had been heading. He leans down to pick up his board and collects Lucas’s while he’s at it, passing it over to him after a brief damage check. “No bodies or boards seem to have been injured, so that’s something.”
“Internal damage, though,” Lucas finds himself arguing. “Wounded pride that can only be healed by the unhealthiest mound of ice cream.”
“Seriously?” Jens laughs again. “Okay, I can manage that.”
They start down the street, and Lucas wonders if this is weird. He’d just crashed into Jens, and the boy is apparently taking him for ice cream. That’s not something strangers do, is it? Not even strangers in Belgium. Not anyone without an ulterior motive. He glances at Jens out of the side of his eye and tries a subtle examination, but it’s not as if he thinks Jens is dangerous.
He honestly just can’t quite believe his luck.
“Don’t freak out,” Jens huffs, and Lucas does his best not to blush. “I’ve seen you at school.”
Oh. “You have?”
Jens hums. “You’re in class with Robbe, right?”
Lucas is. The name instantly rings a bell, because Robbe is one of the few people that had bothered to introduce himself to Lucas over the past week. His first week adjusting to Antwerp. He nods.
“He mentioned you,” Jens informs him. “Pointed you out one day by he lockers, but you disappeared before we could talk to you.” Jens smiles over at him. “I was hoping I’d get another opportunity.”
“You were?” Lucas asks, disbelieving. “Why?”
“Well, I can’t have Robbe having first access to all the gossip,” Jens laments. “That’s supposed to be my job.”
Lucas still doesn’t quite understand, but he knows how to joke. “So you’re inviting me for ice cream because you’re nosy?”
Jens nods seriously. “That is exactly it.”
They look at each other for a minute, walking slower, before they both crack up in a laugh. Lucas wonders if Jens is actually telling the truth and it just happens to be funny, or if he knows how to work a conversation to alleviate all awkwardness and tension. Either way, Lucas is grateful. He’s also slightly disappointed in himself, for being so unsure of his new surroundings that he’d prevented Jens from being able to meet him sooner.
“I haven’t seen you around,” Lucas admits. He knows it’s the truth, because he would have remembered. “But I haven’t spoken to all that many people yet.”
Jens hums, frowning slightly. “It’s hard, moving this late, and especially after missing the first few weeks of the year. I’m sorry no one’s tried to make it easier for you.”
Lucas doesn’t bother mentioning that it’s probably his own fault. “Yeah, well,” he shrugs. “I guess now someone is.”
At this Jens grins, nodding in acknowledgement or acceptance; it might as well be admittance. Lucas decides that he doesn’t care, as long as it’s accompanied by that smile and Jens’s continued presence.
quick fic time! okay so this is based on an old tik tok trend that was popular like a while ago so yeah.
ship: van der stoffels (jens x lucas)
it was a normal night for jens. he was laying in bed, all warm and cozied up with his blanket, and just watching tik tok. ever since jens downloaded tik tok out of curiosity, he’s been addicted. his for you page included lots of food, lots of groups of friends having fun, the occasional verified dancer, and a bunch of random stuff in between all of that. jens’ tik tok addiction would make him stay up until late at night, the latest being 6 am. this specific night however, was one where jens saw a specific tik tok that made him really excited to see a certain person. the tik tok started with the camera being pointed at a girl who looked excited, and a guy next to her on his phone. this song was playing, jens didn’t know what it was but he liked it. the girl looked like she was getting ready for something and then, the audio went: “byyyy your electric...” and then the girl leaned in towards the guy, and kissed him. the guy looked shocked, but when the kiss broke, the guy smiled and looked flustered. in an instant, the guy leaned in and started kissing the girl before the video ended. it was nice. jens’ heart was beating fast. he was thinking of someone. his best friend, lucas. jens had the BIGGEST crush on lucas. jens practically dreamed of lucas every night. jens knew that he would be heartbroken if he even dared to ask lucas out, but maybe tik tok actually came to the rescue. this audio would give jens an answer. that’s it. jens has to do some planning.
so after looking at all the videos under that audio to get a general idea on how to make a video with that audio, it was time to plan. jens texted lucas if he wanted to hang out later (because it was 3 am). the purpose of this trend was to kiss someone when the audio said: “by your electric”, and then see if the other person kisses them back or not. jens was all in for the idea of kissing lucas, and even if he didn’t kiss back or anything, he could just say it was for a tik tok. okay great, sounds good. jens needed to sleep in order to rest up to see lucas. he knows lucas would accept to hang out with him but lucas is probably asleep, so he can’t respond (obviously). jens just fell asleep, dreaming about that moment that’s going to happen.
lucas accepted his hangout offer, and jens almost instantly rushed out of his house going to lucas’. once he arrived to his house, jens checked to make sure he had everything ready for what was going to happen. phone charged? check. breath? not smelly. looks? clean. tik tok audio? saved and ready to be used. hotel? trivago. he was fucking ready for this. jens went in lucas’ house and they just hung out for a bit.
a while later, lucas was on his phone, and jens thought this was the perfect time. jens tried not to make as much noise as possible as to not distract lucas. jens entered the tik tok app, looked for the audio and clicked create video. jens then propped up the phone in an angle where you can see the bed jens and lucas were on. then he set up the timer for 10 seconds, so he had enough time to prepare. as those 10 agonizing seconds finished, the audio started, and lucas looked at jens confused. jens was smiling like an idiot. then jens heard his cue. “byyyyyy your electric....” and jens leaned in to lucas. once the audio hit “looooooveeeeee”, jens was already kissing lucas. he kissed him with so much passion, and lucas just sighed. lucas melted and kissed jens back with so much passion. jens then got on top of lucas, while still kissing him, straddling on top of lucas, and just continuing to kiss him. jens and lucas both melted as they both ran out of breath. jens was just staring at lucas with such love in his eyes. lucas leaned back in and kissed jens once again, and once again they were back to making out, and lucas got on top of jens and straddled him. they continued kissing for hours and hours on end. ignoring everything and everyone else. jens was the only thing that mattered to lucas, and lucas was the only thing that mattered to jens. they were both in love with each other.
and this is how tik tok helped develop a relationship.
update: due to a bitch of a manic episode that has caused me to plumet I will be postponing writing fanfics for a while bc my brain hurts! can't wait to see what others have in store for vds week and young royals week :)
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Jens let out a frustrated groan as he got up from the ground, having fallen and failed yet again. He had spent the past two days at the skatepark, trying to do this damn trick and he was very annoyed at himself for still not succeeding.
Usually, Jens was able to learn and master a new trick under a day, but this one was a hard one and he was struggling. He had watched many videos of tutorials and tips on YouTube last night - which made the failure even more frustrating.
Why couldn't he get it right?
Robbe and Aaron had left over an hour ago, having plans with their significant others for the evening and Moyo had gotten a call from his mom, forcing him to leave too...which left Jens on his own.
He didn’t mind though. If anything, being on his own gave him more time to concentrate on his technique and less wasting time chatting with his friends. He loved the boys, but, everytime they come here, they end up spending more time sitting on the grass than going on the ramps.
Determined to get this trick right, Jens pushed himself forward, rolling on the skateground. He was about to jump and make his skateboard flip on itself when he saw another skater coming in the other direction, destined to collide right into him. Immediately, Jens attempted to turn and go the other way to avoid the boy in the pink sweatshirt, but he and Jens got the same idea and he ran right into Jens, causing him to fly off his skateboard.
Shit.
Jens' eyes widened and he ran over to the skater - who was most likely hurt from the fall. ''Shit. I am so sorry. Are you okay?'' he asked, crouching down next to the curly haired brunet.
The boy didn't respond at first, hissing in pain on the ground as he held his arm. Jens also noticed blood dribbling from his chin and onto his sweatshirt. Nice one, Jens...
''I'll live,’’ the brunet said, looking up and shining a set of bright blue eyes. ''My arm hurts like a bitch though.''
Jens wanted to apologize again, but he was too busy staring at the boy. Why did he have to run into someone so cute? Stop, Jens told himself. It’s not the time to flirt. ‘’You’re bleeding,’’ he ended up saying, nodding at the boy’s chin.
Frowning, the injured skater brought a hand over his chin, grimacing as he felt something wet on his fingers. ‘’Thanks for disfiguring me…’’
‘’What? You’re the one who ran into me!’’ Jens defended.
‘’What’s your name?’’
‘’Jens.’’
‘’Well, Jens. Expect a letter from my lawyers. Ruining my face has a price.’’
Panic flashed on the raven haired boy’s face. ‘’Your lawyers?!’’ he repeated. ‘’It was an accident. I tried to turn the other way to avoid running into you but it seems like you had the same idea and-’’
Seeing the panicked look on Jens’ face, the brunet started laughing only to hiss in pain a second later due to the wound on his chin. ‘’I’m joking.’’
Jens let out a sigh of relief. ‘’Fuck. I thought you were serious for a second. I can’t afford new wheels for my skateboard, let alone pay someone’s medical bill.’’ He laughed, joining Lucas.
‘’I’m Lucas.’’
‘’Jens. But I've already told you that…’’ Jens scratched the back of his neck, feeling like an idiot. It wasn't him to lose his cool - and brain - in front of people. He usually was a natural flirt and so smooth. What was going on? ‘’Erm, again, I am so sorry. I should’ve looked where I was going- Do you think it’s broken? Your arm.’’
Lucas shook his head. ‘’It hurts. But not like a broken bone.’’
‘’Good. I would’ve felt so bad if it was.’’
With Jens’ help, Lucas stood. He would’ve been capable of standing up on his own, but, with one hand, it would’ve been a little more difficult.
‘’I should get home and get this cleaned up,’’ Lucas said, using his foot to grab his skateboard. Although it didn’t look like his chin needed stitches, the concrete he fell on was dirty and infection could catch into the injury.
‘’Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?’’
‘’No. My mom has everything at home. I’ll be fine.’’
‘’Okay. Good night, then.’’
‘’Good night.’’ A smirk formed on Lucas’ lips. ‘’Hopefully, next time I’ll come here you’ll have mastered your new trick and won’t run into me again.’’
just realised its been a year since i started writing my fic Starstruck and im very emotional so here are parts of it (spoilers ahead i guess if youre planning on reading it)
(Chapter 21: Woensday 00:13)
Jens suddenly was nervous, twisting his fingers in his lap before reaching over and taking Lucas's hand. Lucas looked at him, his eyelids low, a faint smile on his face, and then looked back at the sky. Jens followed, looking up at the stars, his eyes finding the brightest one and staying there.
"I've never done this before," Jens whispered as he rubbed his thumb over the back of Lucas's hand.
"Star-gazed with a pretty boy?" Lucas asked jokingly, lowering his head and looking back at him.
Jens looked into his eyes, the silence surrounding him. The air felt so thick, it was almost like it wasn't there at all.
"That too."
Jens looked at Lucas's mouth quickly before looking back into his eyes. He realized he was a lot closer than he had thought. Lucas smiled with his eyes, raising his brows just the slightest bit, expectantly.
"Can I kiss you?" Jens whispered, his voice so quiet it was almost just a breath passing with the wind between them.
"Yes, please," Lucas breathed.
So he did.
(Chapter 54: Vrijdag 19:47)
"JensJensJensJens..."
Jens smiled, lifting his head up to look at Lucas, feeling his hand crawl from his head to his throat, felt Lucas push himself against Jens, felt Lucas's breath against his skin.
Jens felt a warmth building in his stomach, felt the walls close in.
"So fucking perfect," he whispered. Lucas whined, squeezing his throat. "Fucking beautiful." He shifted, holding himself up on his elbows, his forearms framing Lucas's face, his fingers in Lucas's curls.
Lucas gasped loudly, the breath catching in his throat, and let out a high pitched moan, clutching at Jens, and that was it.
Feeling Lucas's fingers around his throat, almost unable to breathe, feeling Lucas around him, Lucas's breath, Lucas's sounds, Lucas, pushed Jens over the edge.
It was like the sky exploded, like the sun and all the stars disappeared.
They were all that was left.
(Chapter 67: Vrijdag 23:47)
"I've got you," he heard Jens murmur in his ear. He held on tighter, feeling Jens adjust his arms around him, and pulled his head back to look at him. Jens was blurry, and Lucas didn't even try to wipe his face, letting the tears stream down his cheeks and neck, leaving cold tracks behind them.
"I love you," Jens whispered after a second.
Lucas closed his eyes.
"Just let me." Jens's voice was all he could hear. "Let me love you."
Lucas let him.
He let him press soft kisses to the top of his head, let him wipe away his tears that wouldn't stop falling. He let Jens hush him, holding Lucas's head against his chest, let him support him when his knees buckled from exhaustion, slowly lowering them to the ground, where Lucas buried his face in Jens's chest, not trying anymore to quiet his sobs. As he cried, he felt Jens run his hands over his head, combing through his neglected hair, he felt Jens's chest move up and down, felt his shoulders shaking.
"It's okay," Jens choked out. "I've got you."
Lucas wasn't alone anymore.
(Chapter 71: Dinsdag 18:21)
Lucas pulled him closer like he wanted to open Jens's skin and crawl inside.
Like he wanted to tangle their veins and press their hearts together until they were one.
And suddenly, with the sounds Jens made around him, with the feeling of Jens,
whatever had been holding him back,
whatever door had been slammed in his face,
whatever lock had been in his face,
broke.
And suddenly,
Lucas van der Heijden was a bird set free.
You've got me.
Right where I need to be.
Hold on forever.
Don't ever let go.
Jens
I've got you.
Right where I need you.
I'll hold on forever.
I won't ever let go.
(Chapter 75: Vrijdag 21:12)
When Lucas had gone to Antwerp, it really was just supposed to be a break from everything. It was supposed to be time for him, time for him to have an excuse not to worry about anything, not to text back right away.
Notes: The gang is back! I don’t know how many of these one shots there will be. I’ll let the inspiration guide me. For now, a sweet moment between Lucas and Jens.
#1: Home
Jens collapsed on top of Lucas, who winced in pain, when his leg took a weird angle, squeezed between Jens' chest and his own.
“Can you, at least, let me put my legs down, before crashing on me? I don't wanna end up in the hospital with a sex injury."
Jens laughed, standing up to allow Lucas to arrange himself comfortably on the bed, and slipped out of him slowly.
“Are you okay?”
The dark-haired boy asked, lying down next to the other, pressing his lips against Lucas’ cheek.
It was their first time in their new home.
Lucas didn’t want to have sex, until everything was perfectly as he planned. So here they are, three days after, finally naked on their new bed, in their new room, of their new apartment.
Contrary to expectations, their apartment wasn’t shitty at all. It was pretty small, but bright. The forniture, meticulously selected by Lucas, who recently discovered his enthusiasm for interior design, seemed to be shaped just for their home. Obviously they had chosen everything together, and had opted for some cheap things found in a flea market and some new stuff bought at Ikea. The forniture was minimalist, in pastel colours. There were pots with plants scattered almost everywhere. Sander had given them some drawings and photographs, which had been framed and hung to the walls.
The overall outcome had made Lucas so proud of himself, that he dragged Jens into their room, finally dropping the ban, he had imposed three days earlier.
"I’m more than okay, baby.”
Lucas whispered, pulling a strand of hair away from Jens' forehead.
"It was amazing." He added, kissing his lips.
"True." Jens replied, smirking. “And think about how much more beautiful it could have been, if you hadn't forced me to put this thing on. We both got tested and we're clean. You know it.” He said, starting to take off the condom.
“It's not about that. I didn't want to change the sheets again."
Jens rolled his eyes. He tied the condom and threw it on the floor, yawning.
"Nooo! Jens! Gross!"
Lucas yelled, hitting his boyfriend in the arm, while the other was laughing and placing his head on the pillow.
"I hate you so much!"
Jens snorted, pulling Lucas next to him, and hugging him tightly.
“I love you too, but now shut up. I want to sleep."
*
After more than three years together, Lucas had learned that Jens needed to sleep after sex, and it was something that he slowly started to like to do too. But Jens’ naps were something else. They went far beyond the need to recover from an orgasm. Jens didn’t fall asleep, he hibernated.
Usually, when Lucas woke up, he loved to watch his boyfriend sleeping, and brushing lightly his fingers through his hair, face, and lips. But, being himself quite restless, and unable to laze for more than half an hour, he always found himself sneaking out of bed to take a shower on his own, exactly as he was doing in that moment.
As soon as he took a few steps out of the bed, he felt something sticky under his foot. He immediately froze, took a deep breath and began to remove the condom from where it got stuck.
“If I hadn’t love you as much as I do, this would already become your new face mask.”
He whispered, looking at his boyfriend deeply asleep.
*
As the hot water flowed over his skin, Lucas couldn’t stop smiling. Since they had both started bringing their own stuff in the apartment, he had felt invaded by this feeling of intoxicating joy, and thanks to it, moving boxes and furniture around, hadn't seemed tiring at all. He felt on a cloud, everything in his life was just wonderful. He wondered if that feeling would disappear eventually, slowly fading, and leaving room for a boring routine, for the everyday life.
But, since he got together with Jens, there hadn’t been a day, that looked the same as the previous one, and every time his boyfriend took his hand unexpectedly, he felt butterflies in his belly.
He got out of the shower and dried himself quickly, wearing, then, his briefs and a clean shirt he had stolen from Jens. Soon they would start to wash their stuff together, and their clean clothes would end up to smell the same. Perhaps Lucas would no longer feel so protected and loved, by wearing a simple shirt, that didn’t belong to him. He wasn't ready to give up on that feeling, because it never failed to make him feel so good.
He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He took the whipped cream and sprayed it directly into his mouth. Probably the only reasons why there was whipped cream in their refrigerator, were his afternoon snacks. He had a sweet tooth and there was nothing he could do about it. Plus, Jens loved spoiling him.
He took some cookies from the cupboard and went to sit at the table. From that position, he could spot all the pictures, he had stick to the fridge. Their pictures. He could remember each of those moments in detail. The memories of those days were treasured in Lucas' heart, and they made him smile every time.
He took a cookie, sprayed some whipped cream on top of it, and then stuffed it completely in his mouth, happy that his boyfriend couldn’t see him, because he would have made fun of him, for the rest of his life.
He thought about the fact that all those pictures, that refrigerator, and that whole apartment, only a few months earlier, would had sounded just like a delusional daydream to him. It still hurt him to remember how lonely, broken and lost he felt, how he tried to move further and further away from everything around him, because just the memory of Jens made him feel bad. In that moment, he realized how his behaviour had been completely irrational, and that there was a good reason if, for all those months, he had felt an invisible rope pulling him back to Antwerp. He had tried to free himself from it, to break it, but in the end, he had given up, to found, eventually, what he had been looking for all his life. Home.
He was living with Jens for only three days, but since they had walked through that door together, the feeling of emptiness, he had felt for all his life, finally disappeared.
Between those walls, he had felt more at home, than anywhere else.
Lucas was finally building his life together with the person he loved.
He smiled, thinking that he would always know, where to find Jens, and that every evening, despite everything, they would both come back to the same place.
He was excited at the prospect of the wonderful life, that was opening up before him.
“Why are you smiling like that? Do I have to be jealous? "
He was so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Jens enter the kitchen.
His boyfriend was looking adorable. He was wearing only his boxers and was still sleepy, his hair completely messed up by the nap and the sex. Mainly the sex.
He sat on the chair next to Lucas' with a frown.
“I was thinking about our new neighbor. I'm so happy we moved right next to a beautiful guy! "
Jens glared at him but leaned forward, pressing his lips against Lucas'.
