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Lucas looks cute, in his too big sweater, his eyes warm and welcoming. He greets him with a smile and a single speculoos. 

Jens’ shoulders sag immediately. “Only one?”

He takes a bite out of it, purposefully ignores the way Lucas pursues his lips in hope of a kiss.

“Liv ate the rest of them,” his boyfriend shrugs, before tilting his chin up towards him with more intent.

The speculoos is gone in a blink of an eye- Jens is still licking around his mouth, gathering the crumbs, when Lucas grabs his shoulders and presses their lips together in a simple peck.

“You should greet your boyfriend before thinking about food.”

True. Maybe not around speculoos, though.

“Are the others here?”, Jens asks instead of replying, and takes a quick look around the place.

The entry hall and the living room seem empty: there are a few clothes and dirty dishes sprawled on the furniture, but nothing too drastic- Liv is a bit of control-freak, so she allows cups and hoodies to be lost around, but nothing else. Jens was there when she once got angry at Lucas for forgetting to wash one (1) plate, and he still shivers at the memory.

Lucas shakes his head.

“Jayden went home yesterday,” he informs him as he watches Jens take off his shoes and jacket. “And Liv is off to Noah’s place.”

That’s right; it’s December. Christmas, soon. Everybody is gone to their parents, their boyfriends, their family, or wherever else people go during holidays. Finals were last week, Christmas is only in 5 days, and Jens doesn’t go back to Antwerpen before 3 days- Lucas stays in Utrecht for the holiday, but he’s supposed to come to Antwerpen to celebrate New Year’s Eve with the rest of the crew.

New Year’s Eve. Four years since they met.

Jens honestly can not wait.

“So,” he says instead, refocusing on his boyfriend’s words. “We’re alone, then?”

Lucas smirks automatically.

It’s not hard to figure out what’s going on in their mind. They’re two young men, over 20, fresh into university (it’s their fourth year, but they still somehow consider themselves newbies), and they just spent two weeks apart, studying for finals, being so stressed Lucas almost had a panic attack- so stressed Jens smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a single day at one point (and he got scolded badly enough by Lucas that he hadn't dare buy another pack since then).

Anyway.

They’re young, hormonal, spent weeks apart, and…now they’re alone. Doesn’t take a genius to know what they’re both thinking.

“I’d say we are, yeah,” Lucas nods, biting down on his smile as Jens circles his waist with his arms. “Maybe the occasional mouse, but…”

Jens wrinkles his nose in disgust.

“It’ll make some background music,” Lucas finishes off with a smile.

He doesn’t have much time to laugh, though, because Jens is there right away, pushing against his body, kissing him deeply. There isn’t any build up- it’s desperate and raw right away, the way a man kisses his lover when he hasn’t kissed him in weeks, when he longs for his lips and only that. Lucas replies right away: he cradles Jens’ face with his hands and gets lost in the feeling of his lips, his hands against his backside, his warmth against his torso.

It’s familiar, comforting and exciting. It’s what he thought about whenever he was too stressed, sad, horny, lonely, for the past days. Jens, and his hands, his smell, his smile. Jens.

And now he has it with him, around him. It’s perfect.

They’re still in the hallway, but they don’t care. Jayden and Liv aren’t here, nobody is except them, and Jens missed Lucas so fucking much. He feels like he’s finally home, surrounded by Lucas, his warmth, his touch.

“Let’s go,” Lucas whispers between two kisses. “Bedroom.”

Jens comes around often (maybe too much, but nobody complains): he’s basically best friend with Liv, now, and he’s too used to being kidnapped by Jayden to roll his joints (poor dude broke his fingers a few weeks ago). It isn’t a surprise for anyone to see him wandering around with his hair wet, or cooking in the kitchen alone, Lucas not even being home. 

But…the walls are thin. And Lucas’ bedroom is located between Jayden’s and Liv’s. Which means the few times they dared doing anything, they woke up to at least 10 teasing texts from their group chat (because Jayden absolutely can not shut the fuck up), and to a less teasing but just as horrifying text from Liv asking them to “try to be more discreet :)”.

So they stopped having sex at Lucas’ place if they weren’t absolutely certain that they were alone. As simple as that-

They go to Jens’ place, which is far, and cold, and dirty, because Jens had to get the cheapest thing he could get. Which means they don’t have sex often. Sadly.

But now they’re alone, in Lucas’ warm and cozy and luminous apartment, and Jens is pushing his boyfriend against the wall, crowding against him. He’s kissing down his neck, grabbing his thighs and grinding against him: they’re both half-hard, panting between each other’s mouth like starved men.

Lucas whispers bedroom once again, but Jens doesn’t listen, just pulls on his hair and extracts a delicious moan out of his lover. He loves the sound, loves everything about him, and Lucas can tell from his frenetic hands, fingers caressing everywhere, diving under his sweater (a goddam Christmas sweater, for fuck’s sake, with a reindeer with a big, red, fluffy ball as a nose), grabbing his hair, his waist, everything he can. 

Lucas isn’t any better. He pulls on his shoulders, scratches his neck, tugs on his hair roughly, messing it up just like he likes to do.

They’re still in the entry way, against the wall, desperate, longing, and-

Jens’ phone vibrates in his pocket. Just once. A text that they both ignore, because it’s probably Robbe, or Lotte, or-

“Shit,” Jens pushes himself away from his boyfriend just as his phone starts vibrating again, but longer. Someone’s calling him.

“Who is it?”, Lucas frowns right away.

He looks delicious: his lips are red, puffy, his cheeks are pink, and his hair is a mess on top of his head, the curls sticking in different directions. Shit. Jens wants to kiss him again, wants to take his sweet time with him, taking him apart slowly, kissing each centimeter of his body.

But someone is calling him. And Jens knows who it is. 

“My sister,” he says, eyes round and panicked.

He doesn’t explain anything else, just picks up the phone in a second, and-

Immediately, there’s a string of curses on the other side. “Jens fucking Stoffels, I can not believe you’re not even here, you fucking idiot.”

Ah. Lotte Stoffels. Of course.

She’s barely a teenager, but she speaks like a tired 45 years old mother of five.

“Lottje!”, Jens tries to greet her happily. “I’m on my way, I just-…The trams, you know. Always an issue with them,” he chuckles nervously.

He isn’t a good liar, and Lotte knows it: she’s his sister. She knows everything about him. Even then: it’s quite clear he isn’t in a crowded tramway, in public, outside. It’s too obvious.

“I know you’re with that Nederlander,” she spits after a heavy second of silence.

Jens wonders when his sweet little sister disappeared and left space for that monster that had absolutely no clues on how to be polite. It’s crazy- Lucas and Jana find that funny, but they’re the only one.

“He has a name,” he defends his boyfriend, who’s looking at him from against the wall, still as debauched as before.

As tempting. Jens doesn’t resist and leans forward to kiss his cheek gently.

“Yeah and he’s the reason why I’m left stranded at some train station in an unknown country where they all have weird fucking accents.”

Yeah…Jens can’t argue with that. She’s right, after all, and Jens still isn’t used to the weird fucking accents.

“Lotte…”

“You better be here in less than 20 minutes. And bring your boyfriend with you. He’ll pay for my food. Pannenkoek and hot choco. And maybe some fries. Do they even have traditional food, in this country?”

After that, she hangs up, and Jens is left stunned, mouth gaped, starring at Lucas as he frowns gently at him.

“What’s happening? Is there a problem with your mom?”, he tilts his head to the side, curious, worried.

Maybe. There’s always a problem with her, anyway, but now…It’s more to do with her daughter. Jens suspects his sister is so rude and so loud because of his mother, but he isn’t a therapist, so…He doesn’t know.

Anyway. That isn’t the point.

“No-…I, uh…I forgot my sister was coming here for a few days,” he wrinkles his nose.

“Oh.”

Yeah. Fuck. That was supposed to be their moment. They were alone, together- shit. They could have baked, watched movies, smoked a joint on Lucas’ balcony. But no, he had to say yes to his sister when she asked to come see the city…Well. Of course he said yes. He loved his sister, and he was happy she would see where he lived, studied, hung out. But shit. It was supposed to be “Lucas time”.

Ugh.

“She’s at the station.”

“Now?”, Lucas asks, surprised, eyes wide.

There’s disappointment, shock, hurry, maybe some excitement. All of this- but Jens doesn’t really take the time to analyze it. His sister is still waiting for him, and every second she waits is a curse she’ll throw in his face once they meet her. So…

“Yeah. I was supposed to go pick her up, but…I forgot,” he says, honest.

Of course, he forgot. There was Lucas, and his perfect fucking lips and smile and waist- of course, he forgot about his rude teenager sister who’s going through her fuck everyone phase.

“Well, then, let’s go.”

“But…Uh….,” Jens blushes at his thoughts, and grimaces slightly. He looks down on himself, his clothes a mess, his boner clearly visible through his pants.

Lucas rolls his eyes, even if he’s not better.

“Pervert,” he giggles, and leaves a lingering kiss on Jens’ lips. “Go pass cold water on your face, and think of your sister during that time. You’ll be fresher than a flower.”  

“Don’t speak about my sister when I’m hard.”

“Don’t be hard when I speak about your sister,” Lucas retorts back, as snarky as ever.

Jens grimaces. He pushes Lucas’ face away from him with a snarl. “Disgusting.”

“You? Yeah,” Lucas teases, but still pecks his cheekbone once, twice, as if to give him motivation. “C’mon, pretty boy, go freshen up. I’ll go put on another sweater.”

“Awh, but I like this one.”

Lucas shakes his head as he looks down on himself.

“I’m not going out with that stupid thing on me.”

“Okaaay,” Jens rolls his eyes.

They kiss one last time, a long, deep kiss, as if to remind themselves of what they could have done if Lotte wasn’t here, somewhere, a few kilometers away, and then they part. Lucas steps down the hallway towards his bedroom, and Jens goes to the bathroom- he stops just before the door, and turns to his boyfriend, who’s already getting rid of his sweater, his happy trail burning into Jens’ eyes and making him sigh out of desperation.

Just for that, and for the smirk Lucas gives him once he puts on a much sober, darker, (less fun), sweater, Jens says; “Oh, by the way, Lotte said you’re paying her hot choco. And her pannenkoek.”

Lucas’ smirk falls down right away.

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Jens has been moping around- at least, that’s what Robbe is saying. He’s basically complaining about his best friend complaining. And all that complaining is making Sander irritated too, so he’s complaining as well…

Moyo and Aaron are enjoying the divertissement, though. At least something out of all of this mess.

“One fucking day,” Noor slaps him on the thigh. “One day, and you’ll get to do whatever you want with him. Stop being such a baby.”

She sighs like a tired mom, and exchanges a knowing glance with Sander, who shakes his head…like a tired dad. Jens doesn’t know everything that’s been happening in Antwerpen while he’s away studying in Utrecht, but he would have never bet on Noor and Sander becoming such close friends- even though it makes perfect sense.

All that grunge-art stuff, they’re both queer…They both dated Robbe, too. Another thing in common.

“I know,” Jens simply replies.

Lucas’ bus to Antwerpen arrives tomorrow. At 6 p.m. And Jens is kinda excited to see him.

Ever since that failed attempt at spending a night together, a little over a week ago, Jens has been on edge. Lotte was her usual self during her short Utrecht trip (which means she was being cynical and almost plain rude during the whole ordeal), and they haven’t been able to spend an evening, just the two of them, since then.

Jens missed his boyfriend. As much as he hated them, he would give everything to be able to just be with him and watch one of his stupid Thai bls Lucas was so obsessed about.

Ugh. And let’s not even talk about the sex. Jens’ basically a virgin, at this point.

“What about your girl?”, Robbe asks Noor, sighing against Sander as the latter is playing with his hair (Jens misses Lucas so fucking bad, and he kinda hates every couple around him because of it).

Noor shrugs. She tries to make it look cool, like she’s just nonchalant, but Jens can see her hiding her smirk as she looks down at her knees.

“She’s taking the same bus as Luc,” she says.

Yeah. Surprise- Noor and Isa. Nobody would have put their money on them, but they should’ve. Together, on and off, for about 2 years. Started off as a simple booty-call for whenever they were near the other’s city (and at that time, Noor weirdly was around Utrecht a lot), then evolved into something more serious until Isa got scared and basically ran away from Noor.

Took a whole year before they got together- then broke up. Back together. Broke up again. Now it’s been a little less than 2 years of them being in a steady relationship, without breaking up. And Jens prays it stays that way, because he can’t bear anymore 4 hours calls at 2 a.m. from a crying Noor Bauwens.

“You’re all going to be insufferable,” Moyo groans.

“Yeah, well,” Sander shrugs.

He doesn’t have much more to say. Moyo’s been single for way too long- never really got into a relationship after Kato and him broke it off.

“I’m sure you’ll find a pretty girl to make out with,” Jens teases. “You’re pretty enough.”

He’s just saying that to lift up his mood, but it doesn’t take a few seconds before Aaron is laughing and whistling.

“Ow, Jensie, you don’t waste a second, do you?”, he slaps his hand against Jens’ thighs. “Been away from his boyfriend for a few days and already hitting on other boys.”

Jens groans out of despair. He’s missed them, but they’re forever the annoying bastards he knew.

*+*+*

“Come,” Lucas whispers in his ears, fingers sneakily grabbing onto Jens’.

And Jens follows, because he does basically everything Lucas asks him to. He lets himself be tugged down the hallway, ignores the nasty sight that Noor and Isa make as they make out in a dark corner, and sighs when Lucas closes the bathroom door behind them.

In a second, he’s got his arms full of his boyfriend, his hair tickling his nose, and he exhales against him.

“Missed you,” Lucas breathes on his neck.

“Not more than me.”

“Arguable.”

Jens scrunches his nose, and grins when a wet kiss goes to land on the tip of his nose.

“Not really, no,” Jens shakes his head.

He backs Lucas up until he’s against the bathroom counter, and gently holds him against him.

He’s so pretty, up close: his freckles and moles are more prominent, and Jens catches the sparks on his lips. Probably lip gloss- or lipstick. He never knows.

“How was your week?”, Jens asks as he gives small kisses to Lucas’ cheeks, adoring the soft flesh under his mouth.

He wraps his arms tighter around his middle, and tugs Lucas towards him. They’re chest to chest- it’s too hot and stuffy, in the bathroom, and Jens already feels his face heating up from the warmth, but he doesn’t care.

Lucas hums and closes his eyes, tipping his head back to allow Jens to kiss him better. “Good,” he smiles when Jens pecks him on the lips, before moving up to his nose. “Yours?”

They haven’t got much time to talk since Lucas arrived- his bus was late, and Robbe immediately jumped on him as soon as he was here. He barely gave Lucas and Jens a few minutes to make out desperately before he was yelling at them because people are arriving soon and nothing is fucking ready yet!

So they haven’t really talked. They kissed and got just enough time alone for Lucas to complain about Isa snoring the entire bus trip, and that was all.

"Do you-..." Jens starts a sentence, speaking against the spot he's kissing, his temples, his forehead.

But then Lucas is cutting him off. "We'll talk later," he says, and crashes his mouth against Jens'

Jens sighs happily as Lucas does, lips sliding against each other. Finally. He’s been waiting so long for this. To be alone with him.

He kisses back immediately, cupping Lucas’ face in his hand and deepening the kiss right away. His boyfriend doesn’t complain, just lets him do what he wants, fingers latching onto Jens’ hair. It’s what he always does: mess up Jens’ hair, play with the strands, pull on them. Jens rarely spends days where his hair is styled without some Nederlander with pretty eyes fucking them up.

He loves it.

The kiss gets heated quickly, in only a few seconds they're grabbing at each other like wild animals, pushing onto each other's bodies, grabbing at their hips and shoulders- they’re frustrated. They missed each other. And despite the setting (the stuffy bathroom, the party outside), it’s exciting. Not getting caught. Being discreet.

It’s also the anniversary of the night they met each other, so it has sentimental value. Everything is good, exciting- everything makes Jens’ skin tingle.

Lucas’ lips are lost in his neck, and Jens grips his thighs, hoisting him up on the bathroom counter and sliding between his opened legs.

“Remember when we first met?”, Lucas asks, biting down a moan as Jens grinds against him.

Jens hums. How could he ever forget? The book, the joint, the bickering. He’s been obsessed with Lucas ever since.

“Been crushing on you since then,” Jens replies.

Even if he didn’t know it, back then, it was true- he loved this little piece of man before he even knew he liked men. He knew he liked men thanks to him, actually, so…yeah.

Lucas doesn’t reply to him, just smile between their mouths as Jens is trying to kiss him, and it makes Jens smile as well. He kisses the corner of his mouth as Lucas starts chuckling.

Hello?

“I’m trying to kiss you,” Jens groans after a second. “Not your teeth.”

It’s a weird situation- they’re both hard, panting, still grinding against each other, but Lucas is smiling from ear to ear, and Jens is kissing his cheekbones with adoration.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lucas answers, and then tries to scold himself enough to be able to reply to his kiss.

It works, at least it seems to, because Lucas starts kissing him back with the same fervor as before. Suddenly, there are hands grabbing everywhere, hips pushing against each other in desperation.

Jens knows he could come like that, just by being close to his lover, by the slight pression against his cock, even though he would very much prefer if they were naked, if he could put his mouth on Lucas.

Wait, I’ve got a-

They don’t care about anything else- not the music, the noises, the too bright lights in the room.

Lucas lifts Jens’ shirt and slips his hands under. He grabs at his back, his waist, flicks his thumbs over his nipples, and Jens whimpers in his mouth. Lucas is so good with how he touches him, always manages to leave him wanting for more.

“Off, off,” Lucas mumbles against his mouth a second later, licking his lower lip teasingly before moving away-

Jens complies right away and throws his shirt away. He doesn’t even care where it lands: it could fall in the open toilet for all he cared (well…maybe not, but that’s definitely not what he’s focusing on right now). He’s more focused on Lucas’ mouth as it moves down to his neck and starts sucking on the exposed skin, placing kisses and licks everywhere he passes.

It’s Zoe who taught me how to do this.

Jens moans when Lucas gently bites on his collarbone, and he slides his fingers under his lover’s sweater, shirt, everywhere until he’s able to touch his skin, to scratch his nails softly against his sides.

Yeah, one time Lisa got stuck-

“Don’t leave any marks,” Jens whispers.

Lucas is back on his neck, near his jaw, but he suddenly pouts. “Why not?”, he looks up at him.

Jens can’t resist- he leans to drop a kiss in the middle of his mouth, smiling into it.

“My mom. And Lotte,” he says, and Lucas grimaces. “Can’t traumatize them.”

“Lame.”

Jens swipes his thumb over Lucas’ cheek, drops it against his lips. He plays with the swollen mouth a second too long, before replacing his fingers with his own lips, kissing him deeply. “Sorry,” he murmurs in his mouth. “You can always leave marks somewhere else.”

She was in there for like, 45 minutes-

Lucas smirks instantly.

It all happens in a few seconds, then- apparently, he got an idea out of what Jens just said, because he pushes his boyfriend away suddenly.

“Here,” he says as he makes Jens fall against the counter instead of him.

“Wh-…Oh,” Jens swallows when Lucas falls to his knees in front of him.

Do you have a hair pin?

“Take that off," he says -orders, and Jens is too happy to comply.

He drops his pants to the ground, steps out of them (it's awkward for a second, because his shoes are getting in the way, and his socks are kinda embarrassing, but Lucas just laughs it off and kisses his stomach as Jens is untying his sneakers with a frown).

Once he's naked, only his underwear on him, Lucas is back against him, a smirk on his face as he lets the tips of his fingers run on his skin. He starts by kissing around his stomach, leaving barely-there hickeys on his hips. His fingers are sneakily teasing his thighs, his waist, playing with the hem of his underwear.

Jens grips the counter between his fingers, tight enough that his knuckles turn white- he feels ready to explode. He’s so hard, and the sight of his boyfriend, on his knees, curly hair a mess on his head and cheeks pink and swollen by the smirk he’s wearing is actually deadly.

When Lucas kisses him on the tip through his underwear, Jens whines.

“Someone’s eager,” Lucas’ smirk deepens.

Ah, finally, great- I’ll just-

“Oh my God," someone says, and it's neither Jens or Lucas-

Both Jens and Lucas startle violently, Jens immediately turning around to hide himself from whoever just entered the bathroom-

“You two are fucking disgusting.”

Jens can recognize this voice anywhere-

“Oh my God, Jana,” he groans as he starts putting his pants back on.

Of course, it’s fucking Jana.

She’s standing there, mouth agape, eyes wide open; Amber is behind her, looking just as shocked as Jana, but maybe less amused. Still, the sight is funny-

Well, it would be funny if it wasn’t absolutely mortifying. Getting walked on just before getting a blowjob. Ugh. Jens would have never thought it’d happen to him at this big age.

He glances at his boyfriend, kind of worried about his state; Lucas is back on his feet, cheeks a bright red, and he’s doing his best to keep his eyes focused on the ground and not on Jana and Amber.

“You wouldn’t want to close that fucking door, would you?”, Jens spits at her as people start throwing glances inside the bathroom- both Lucas and him are still shirtless.

And Jens is not a prude, but he’s a bit possessive, and he doesn’t want people to see Lucas half-naked. Also, Lucas doesn’t look comfortable at all about it.

“Why? So you two can continue…whatever you were doing?”, Jana smirks.

Jens rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t reply to her; instead, he grabs both his and Lucas’ shirt, and goes to hide his boyfriend from the opened door as best as he can.

“Here,” he gives him his shirt. Lucas is still beet red. Still avoiding eye contact.

Ugh. He’s even blushing down his neck.

And they’re both still hard, of course- shit, Lucas was going to suck him off. He was on his knees, so pink and pretty, and –

“Ugh,” Jens groans. He can’t think about this. “I hate you, Jana.”

The girl scoffs. “Okay,” she crosses her arms, as if still waiting for them to get the hell out of here.

She can’t even give them 3 seconds of privacy. There’s a long list of insult crossing Jens’ mind, but he doesn’t say any of them.

“Maybe don’t fuck around in the bathroom of a party if you don’t want to be interrupted,” Jana adds as both Jens and Lucas are getting dressed, sharing a quick glance between them.

Jens wants to ignore her and focus on his boyfriend, but she is starting to piss him off- even with all the love he has for her (the platonic kind of love, of course), he still can’t avoid the annoyance that’s bubbling under his skin.

“Should we fuck in one of the bedrooms instead?”, he snarls.

That’d be funny. Fuck in either Milan, Robbe and Sander or that third roommate that Jens never even met- yeah, Zoé moved out to go live her perfect life with Senne, as to be expected. He’s got money, and a really cosy apartment in the center of Antwerpen, now. Jens had yet to see it, but-…

He’s getting sidetracked.

“I don’t care. Just not in the bathroom when I need to pee,” Jana argues as well.

She grips Amber’s forearm and pulls her further into the bathroom, finally closing the door as she drops on the toilet after lowering her pants. Jens wants to gag- she has absolutely no social cues.

Instead, he scoffs.

“I hope you don’t get to kiss anyone tonight.”

“Real mature,” Jana mutters, the sound of her peeing almost covering her words-

Disgusting. 

Jens rolls his eyes. “Have a nice evening, Amber,” he smiles at the small blonde girl, then throws a glance at Jana. “Jana.”

The girl gives him a sarcastic smile, and Amber a shy one.

“Bye,” Jana waves as Jens hooks his arms around Lucas’ waist and drags him out of the bathroom. “Enjoy the night.”

*+*+*

“I didn’t miss her at all,” Jens sighs as soon as they’re in the kitchen, isolated in the corner of the room.

There isn’t anybody they know in the room, and thank God, because Jens is still red, panting, and hard. And he wouldn’t hear the end of it if any of his friends saw him in this state.

“I know you did miss her,” Lucas retorts back, because he knows Jens better than Jens himself.

And it’s true, of course it is. They speak frequently, but Jens still missed Jana, wanted to go drink hot choco and gossip with her about all her failed relationship while she moped about the love Jens and Lucas shared.

But right now-…Ugh. He still sees her little smirk, still hers her pee. Awful.  

“Not when she’s like this.”

Lucas chews on his bottom lip (it’s swollen, still sparkly, and Jens stares at the way his teeth nip on the plump flesh).

“I mean…we were kinda inappropriate,” the Nederlander wrinkles his nose at last.

“Who cares?”, Jens shrugs, and he smiles when Lucas deadpans at him. “It’s okay when we do it.”

“Right.”

He still looks so delicious. Jens can’t resist slipping a longing kiss on his mouth, massaging his shoulders gently. He still wants to hold him, to kiss him, to make him go mad.

“Is your family home, tonight?”, he mouths more than he speaks, but judging by the way Lucas is eyeing his lips, he’s able to read it off correctly.

In a second, there’s a smirk playing on his boyfriend’s mouth.

“What? You wanna ditch the party to go to a house I haven’t been to in months just to get your dick wet?”

“Well…yes. But your dick will be wet too," Jens winks.

Lucas shakes his head, a frown forming on his features. “Disgusting,” he whispers.

“What?!”, Jens gasps.

There’s a second of silence, during which Lucas’ eyes never leave Jens’ lips, and the latter plays into it; he licks his mouth, smile obnoxiously when the smaller man gulps down.

A second, but then, Lucas is sighing.

“My dad’s home. I’m supposed to meet him tomorrow,” he informs Jens, who deflates instantly.

“So we can’t go…”

“No. Sorry, love.”

The nickname makes Jens’ heart jump- his shoulders sag, and he drops his head to the side.

“I miss you.”

It’s true. Even without the sex, all he wants right now is to be alone with Lucas, to cuddle, kiss and laugh without any loud music, without anybody around them. He wants to enjoy his company, his smell, his eyes.

And yes, the sex as well. The sex…Gosh. It’s been too long. Jens is seriously addicted to Lucas’ body, sounds, the way he blushes and reacts to every kiss, every stroke.

“Baby…,” Lucas mutters, his hand gently cradling his face.

His eyes are soft, his cheeks still pink. His hair a cute mess, moles so dark, lips so shiny.

And the nickname-

“Ugh. You’re making it worse,” Jens grunts.

The smile playing at the corner of Lucas’ mouth tells him that it was his purpose.

“Am I?”

This man…Jens wants to bite into him.

“Yeah. You’re a demon. A sexy, adorable, perfect demon-…,” he trails off, losing himself onto the widening smile, until he’s rolling his eyes. “Look, I’m already falling for your tricks.”

Lucas bites down on his lips, fighting off his laugh, and goes for a kiss.

“No,” Jens avoids it. “Out of here. I need to calm down.”

He points his finger towards the kitchen door, tilting his head up so that Lucas can’t kiss him if he tries (and he is trying, holding himself on his tippy toes to reach his mouth).

“And I can’t stay with you?”

“Not right now. Give me a few minutes,” Jens pulls Lucas’ fingers away from his face, and pushes him gently away.

Barely a foot, before Lucas is back to him, surprising him by pecking him on the lips quickly.  

 “C’mon,” Jens sighs, even if he’s smiling. “Be gone, demon.”

“Dramatic,” Lucas puffs, but he’s effectively backing up, not before slipping another kiss on the corner of Jens’ mouth.

“Love you too,” Jens tells him just before Lucas is out of the kitchen, and he smiles as his boyfriend gives him a teasing wink-

He’s gone of his sight in a few seconds, and Jens sighs, looking down on himself.

Fuck Jana.

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ROBBE, 17:34; Already miss you. <333

Jens rolls his eyes in front of Robbe’s text. He’s full of shit- and he’s definitely making fun of him and Lucas. See, their little show in Robbe’s bathroom on New Year’s Eve made the cut to their group chat (thanks to Jana, of course), and they haven’t stopped hearing shit from their friends ever since.

Whatever. It has been a few days since then (long days of getting teased literally constantly), and Jens is back in Utrecht, in the pitiful shoebox that he calls his home, and he’s shivering in the cold air- no heating. Of course. Everything that makes this accommodation cheap, but everything that makes Jens curse himself for not working and sparing a few hundred Euros more to get a better apartment: poor isolation, no heating, mold, mouses (probably, from the noises he hears every night), and other little surprises he gets to discover every day. He could probably make a list of the most disgusting things he’s seen in there, just to shock people.

Maybe he should have shared an apartment with Lucas himself. They’ve been together for years, it wouldn’t be a stretch to move in together. But they didn’t- no, Jens wanted to take his time, to be independent, to not jump in something so big and so responsible.

Dumbass.

He wraps the blanket tighter around himself, and stares at his phone in hope- they’ve still got a few days off before classes start again. He doesn’t want to sound desperate, but maybe, with a bit of luck…

It takes 24 minutes for the text to arrive.

Come to mine tonight?, it says.

Jens is up and getting ready in only a few seconds.

*+*+*

“Oh, God,” Jens sighs.

It’s so warm in Lucas’ apartment. Warm, luminous, welcoming. Clean. There’s the faint sound of the television in the background, the Christmas tree still light up in a corner of the living room, and the cozy blankets creating a cute mess on top of the couch.

Jens is so jealous, but also immediately relaxes- everything he needs is right there.

“Robbe sent me a text,” Lucas wrinkles his nose. “Said he didn’t dare going in his bathroom anymore.”

Of course, he said that- Jens rolls his eyes while taking off his shoes, leaving them cold and damp on the entryway mat. He wriggles his toes in his sockets and looks up to see Lucas’ amused smile.

“That little shit.”

Robbe has no right to make fun of them, not when he’s constantly making out with Sander in doubtful places, but okay. It’s his duty as best friend, Jens guesses, to be annoying.

“You’re here all alone?”, he asks his boyfriend instead of thinking furthermore on Robbe.

The common spaces are empty, at least, but Lucas’ roommates can be in their bedrooms, even if Jens doubts it: when home, Liv and Jayden are 90% of the time in the living room, watching dumb reality show or rom-coms (Jayden loves rom-coms, don’t be fooled).

But Lucas nods. “Yeah. Liv is still at Noah’s, I think she’ll stay there until the last second possible before classes pick up again,” he says, and it makes sense.

“Relatable,” Jens shrugs. “If I could stay with you all day long, I would too.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know. What is stopping me?”

“Uhm…,” Lucas hums gently, wrapping his arms around Jens’ shoulders and bringing them close until they’re nose to nose. “My job. And you having your own place, that you’re paying for, even if it’s shitty.”

“Yeah…”

He’s stirring the pot when he’s saying that. Jens knows his place is shitty, and he knows that if he ditches it and just constantly hangs around Lucas’ apartment, it would; 1, make him pay for a place where he never is, thus losing money and, 2, make Liv really hate him.

“Jayden’s off to a party,” Lucas informs him, cutting his string of thoughts.

“At…,” Jens backs away just enough to check his phone, and frowns. “7 pm?”

“Pre-game.”

“At 7 pm?”, Jens repeats nonetheless, confused.

Nobody drinks this early, not even Kes. Usually, you pregame at around 9 p.m. Or maybe Dutch people are weirder than what Jens initially thought. Or maybe it’s just Jayden: that boy is…well, it’s worrying. Alcoholism is just one step away.

“Heavy pregame. I don’t know,” Lucas frowns. “He can handle his alcohol. You know that.”

A bad memory comes immediately to Jens’ mind- one involving himself throwing up everywhere while Jayden was as fresh as a flower, even with so many shots in his body, taking care of Jens while filming everything (Jens never dared watching the videos ever since). It’s a horrifying memory, maybe even worse than the whole New Year-bathroom-Jana thing that happened a few days ago, and so Jens shakes his head in hope to forget about it.

Instead, he focuses on the meaning of that whole conversation; Jayden isn’t here, and Liv neither.

“So we’re alone, then?”, he asks innocently, gently holding Lucas’ waist.

“Yeah,” Lucas shrugs, as if it isn’t a big deal.

“Perfect.”

There’s a little nose scrunch from his boyfriend, so cute it makes Jens wants to bite it.

“Uhm…,” Lucas grimaces when Jens does slightly bite the tip of his nose, then asks, “Why?”

*+*+*

4 hours later, and they’re both sleepy, wrapped around each other on the couch while Love Island plays in the background, only a few crumbs of pizza left on the small table in front of the television. Jens loves those nights- he loves the warmth from Lucas’ back against his chest, loves the smell of his hair, the way he can just push his nose further and litter small kisses all over his face.

He loves it when Liv and Jayden are here, sure. They’re always fun, and their personalities are so different that they often end up in playful fights that always amuse Jens-

But it’s always so much better when it’s just Lucas and him. As if he shared the same thoughts, Lucas twists in his hold and turns to him.

“I love this,” he whispers, eyes detailing Jens’ face carefully. “I love you.”

Jens can barely fight the smile that settles on his lips.

“I love you too,” he replies, placing a small kiss on his boyfriend’s nose. “I wish I could stay like that all the time.”

“Me too.”

And it’s sweet, overly so: Jens from a few years ago would roll his eyes and call this whole thing cheesy and disgusting and every other name, but Jens from right now is pleased and it fills his stomach with a hundred of little butterflies. He guesses that’s what love consist of.

“Do you know what I want?”, Lucas murmurs.

He trails his index up Jens’ nose bridge, and slowly massages the small frown between his eyebrows; Jens narrows his eyes- trick question. With Lucas, “what I want” could go from baking cookies to moving out to another country. You never really know what’s going in his head.

But judging by his small eyes and his rosy cheeks, Jens has an idea.

“To sleep?”, he tilts his head to the side, making their noses brush in the process.

Lucas shakes his head, though. He shakes his head, and slowly trails his eyes down Jens’ nose, the slope of his cheekbones, and settles his gaze on his lips.

“No,” Lucas replies, making sure his gaze is insistent. “Something else.”

He doesn’t leave him another second before he’s pushing their head together, brushing their lips in a fierce kiss. It isn’t innocent at all- from the get-go, Jens can feel the want, the desperation behind the kiss. He feels it because he’s just as desperate, impatient, excited.

They’ve been denied each other for weeks, now, and it’s weighing down on Jens. He wants his boyfriend, and yes, having him in his arms, getting to cuddle and kiss him is basically all he needs in life, but…He also needs this. Needs the way Lucas slowly opens his eyes between each kiss, just to stare at Jens’ lips in adoration.

Needs the thigh that settles between his legs, the hand that wanders under his shirt, that gently tickles the small of his back.

Truthfully, Jens needs it so bad that he’s not as gentle as he could be. Instead, he grabs the flesh of his thigh with firm fingers, and press their lips in a bruising kiss, eating him like a starved man.

Their tongues touch and leave, meet again, get lost just enough for them to breathe and get together again. It’s intense right away, the way Jens press his hips against Lucas’, trying his best to grind in this uncomfortable position-

Thankfully, and probably because he doesn’t feel anything in this position, Lucas quickly push him down on the couch and straddles him entirely; the purpose is clear, now. Before, it could just have been a make-out session, but now, with the way Lucas grinds down on him, with Jens’ hands gripping his waist and playing with the elastic band of his underwear, it’s clear as day.

That’s why Jens slowly breaks the kiss.  

“Bedroom?”, he whispers as Lucas’ tongue finds his way to his neck. When he gets no other reply than a small bite near his collarbones, he repeats the question. “Lucas. Bedroom?”

“Nobody’s coming home,” Lucas says with a sigh.

He’s still lost somewhere between Jens’ collarbones and jaw, constantly switching up, adoring the skin that gets red and marked so quickly.

“I know,” Jens tilts his head, exposing more and more of his neck for his boyfriend to do whatever he wants with it.

Jens’ hands are everywhere too; waist, thighs, hips, back, arms. He can never get enough of touching the soft skin, of feeling it bare against his own. And right now, he wants it all- he wants no clothes to touch them anywhere, he wants to be pressed against Lucas from head to toe, each patch of their body together. He shivers at the thought- finally.

“Take off your shirt,” Lucas says.

Once again, it feels like he’s just reading Jens’ thoughts. But there’s a thought that doesn’t seem to bother Lucas, but it sure does bother Jens.

“Lucas- here?”, he looks around themselves, the television on mute, the small lamp light up in a corner of the room.

It doesn’t disturb him to…do something in here, but it’s probably not good; he won’t be able to spend another cozy evening cuddled up with Liv on this couch if they happen to have sex here. No, it’ll mark him up forever- And he doesn’t even know if he’ll enjoy it fully. What if Liv comes home early? What if-…

“Jens,” Lucas is deadpanning at him, and his eyes are shining, his lips are parted, his hair a mess, there’s a bit of saliva at the corner of his mouth, and he’s straddling him, full thighs so warm and strong against Jens’ hips.

“Yeah,” Jens simply says, and he barely has time to lift his torso up before Lucas’ fingers are taking his shirt away. “You’re nastyy,” he adds teasingly as he watches his lover throw his shirt on the ground.

“Shut up,” Lucas rolls his eyes and slaps his shoulder.

But he can’t hide his small smirk from Jens; the latter knows Lucas likes it when sex is casual. When there’s a bit of banter, of laughter, in-between. Feels more intimate, Lucas had once said when Jens had asked him about it.

“Shutting up,” Jens smiles up at him, but his smile quickly fades when there’s sudden fingers on his torso, thumbs swiping over his nipples in a brush.

Shit. This boy, really. Drives him insane.

 “Come here,” Jens says, grabbing the back of Lucas’ head to crash their lips together.

It’s dirty, passionate. There’s tongue, teeth, moans lost between them as their hips start to move together, as their briefs start to get tighter. In only a minute, Lucas’ shirt joins Jens’, and a hand in the small of his back makes him press their bare chest together, skin to skin, warm, smooth.

Jens trails a hand down Lucas’ back, wraps it around his waist.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, because it’s true, it always is.

But right now: the pink lips, pink cheeks, big eyes. The toned stomach, the nipples. It’s easily too much for Jens, and he groans in Lucas’ mouth when it lands against his.

They continue kissing and grinding for a long time, slowly bringing their hands lower and lower, and-

“Shit- Jayden, c’mon-…,” there’s the sound of keys in the door, complains, too heavy steps, objects falling on the ground. It’s a girl talking. Too loud, with a panicked voice. “Where’s your bathroom?”, the girl asks Jayden, probably (hopefully).

Jayden replies something, more like a grunt, and then he’s sprinting through the living room, not even taking one look at the two lovebirds half-naked on the couch. Seeing their friend, in one of his worst states (stumbling, his pants full of mud, holding his mouth like he’s about to just projectile vomit everywhere), is enough to take them out of their stupor.

Jens grabs one of the nearby blankets and wraps it around his boyfriend, pushing him chest to chest against himself and hiding his naked torso just in time for the stranger girl to come stumbling in the living room.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, overdramatic due to her drunken state, and she presses a hand against her open mouth. “I’m so sorry. We’re-…Jayden said nobody would be home.”

She’s pretty- bright red hair (definitely not natural), a lot of piercing, and dark lipstick. She’s not the style of person Jens would have imagined Jayden being friends with, but truly, it doesn’t shock him that much.

“Uhm…Yeah,” Lucas clears his throat, and tries to shift so that they’re not in that overly explicit position anymore. “I’m his roommate.”

The girl nods; she looks awkward. She holds her hands behind her back and throws a quick glance towards the bathroom. “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“’S okay.” It’s not okay, but whatever. It’s not her fault. Probably not. “He drank too much?”

She nods. “I’m surprised he’s even still conscious.”

Lucas laughs at that, and Jens tries to smile, even if it hurts him to. She looks nice, and embarrassed enough to be here, but Jens still wants her and Jayden to leave, to disappear.

He hides his forehead against Lucas’ shoulder for a second.

“Uhm. Better check in the bathroom in case,” Lucas jokes slightly.

“I mean, we can all hear him puking right now, so I think it’s a safe bet to say he’s conscious enough to throw up,” she says as she plays with the hem of her top. Somehow, Jens must be glaring at her, or looking weirdly, because she sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m just-…I’m bad with puke. I’ll go check on him once he’s done.”

And that’s enough for Jens to feel bad- he’s about to speak, to say anything light or funny enough to ease the mood, when there’s a large gasp coming from her.

“Oh. Shit. I’m-…,” Jens follows her gaze, and when it lands on their shirts laying on the ground, a clear hint of what was going on before they arrived, he blushes furiously. Shit. How embarrassing. “I-…You guys were busy.”

Jens groans, and he takes his hands off his boyfriend’s back to put them against his face, hiding himself from both Lucas and the stranger girl. He’s so embarrassed, fuck.

“No-…I mean, yes, but. Don’t worry,” Lucas tries to smile, and there’s a sudden cold breeze when he gets up from his position and puts his shirt back on (Jens is still hiding himself, and he wraps the cover over his naked chest). “Ugh. Let’s just-…I’m Lucas. Jayden’s roommate, and friend.”

What makes this whole situation even weirder is when Lucas extends his hand towards her, and when she shakes it with a polite smile, as if anything about this was even normal.

“That’s Jens,” Lucas pats Jens’ shoulder. “My boyfriend.”

And that’s the cue for Jens to stop acting like a baby: he slowly takes his hands away, and nods in her direction.

“Yeah. Figured that,” the girl smirks. “I’m Ava.”

*+*+*

So that’s how they find themselves three hours later; Ava, Jens and Lucas, sitting down on the couch, sharing a gin tonic while Jayden is lying down in his bed, stinky and sticky. Ava told them about everything that happened that night, the drinking game and the weed and the mixing alcohol and then- the puke.

Jens has been silent for a long minute now. It’s not that he hates what’s happening; Ava is nice, funny, and she’s been apologizing a lot of times, but still. He should’ve been alone with Lucas.

Lucas, who looks like he’s having the time of his life with Ava. They’re acting like two best friends who haven’t seen each other in years, and it’s both endearing and- ugh. Jens can’t even hate them for it. He wants to, wants to pout and glare at both Ava and Lucas, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just choses to lay against his boyfriend, planting a single kiss to his jaw, and closing his eyes.

Maybe he’ll only get to be alone with Lucas n his dreams.

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The next time Jens and Lucas manage to be alone in a closed space, it’s at the campus library. And even though they’re both desperate and young horny fools in love, they’re not disgusting, so they satisfy themselves by throwing longing glances when they think the other is not looking, and they swallow their frustration as best as they can.

They see each other frequently, sure, but most of the time, it’s through dates, at restaurants or strolling in the streets, or it’s at Lucas’ place, where Liv and Jayden are most of the time. So they just…cuddle. And it’s nice for Jens, perfect even, to hide his nose in Lucas’ neck and breathe in so deeply, to have his lover stuck to his side, to be able to kiss him like crazy and ignore Liv’s fake gag in the background.

But still. It’s been such a long time, now. They haven’t done anything in a while, and- well, actually, it’s not true. Once, driven almost mad by their forced…sexual inactivity, they grinded against each other in Lucas’ bedroom, careful to stay as quiet as possible, and it was nice: it was a reminder of the first sexual thing they did together, when they were not even adults, when they were still in high school.

It was nice, but not enough.

Jens can actually feel that it’s taking a tool on his mental health- don’t get him wrong, he’s not addicted to sex, he could go a while without it, but with Lucas…he’s addicted to him. That’s the thing. He’s addicted to his touch, his warmth, his noises. He could live his whole life without sex if he couldn’t do it with Lucas. But he can do it with Lucas, they just…don’t have the occasion.

“How did we even manage to do it before?”, Jens wonders as they’re cuddling on Lucas’ couch, one evening.

Liv is cooking in the kitchen, Noah stuck to her side; he doesn’t come to their place often, usually it’s Liv that goes to his apartment, but tonight he’s there. Jens likes him better than when he first met him. Jayden is God knows where, probably on another night out, and so Lucas and Jens are free to use as much space on the couch as they wish to. It’s nice; they’re drowning under a big fuzzy blanket, and Jens sometimes lifts himself up just to plant a kiss somewhere on Lucas’ face (usually on his lips, but hey, that’s just because it’s the easiest place to access).

Lucas smiles and throws him a look. “I think we’ll have to act like desperate whores and book a hotel room,” he jokes, but somehow the words resonate in Jens’ mind as he hums nonchalantly in response.

Book a hotel…It’s irresponsible, silly even, but Jens can’t stop himself from considering it.

And so, he does.

It’s actually embarrassing to admit, to even think about, but Jens gathers some economies from his bank account, and he books an actually okay hotel in the centrum of Utrecht. He’s a bit sick of his dirty and cold student accommodation, and he still has money from Christmas, so he doesn’t need much convincing when he sees a hotel with a spa, a pool and the most divine beds he’s ever seen in his life.

It pains him when he sees the money gone from his bank account, but the excitement he can feel in his body makes up for it. Even beyond that whole…sexual thing, he could use a fake getaway night, just to chill and act like rich lovers in between hammam and big showers.

He makes a whole ordeal out of it; he picks Lucas up after his classes, on a Friday -well, he still doesn’t have his license, so he waits by the entry gate of the university like parents do with their children, and he grabs Lucas’ fingers between his own as soon as his boyfriend joins him.

“What are you doing here?”, Lucas smiles brightly. “I thought we were only meeting tonight.”

Yeah. Jens had asked him on a date, nothing too fancy, but just something to make sure his boyfriend wouldn’t plan anything with his friends for the night. He had a whole plan, as you can see.

“Well,” Jens shrugs. “I’ve got a surprise.”

He feels tingly with the apprehension and excitement of bringing Lucas to the hotel. He feels like a kid, and it’s almost bittersweet how it took Lucas for him to realize he actually liked gifting things to people.

“A surprise?”, Lucas’ eyes almost shine.

There are students walking all around them, avoiding them by barely an inch and a few of them actually bump into Lucas, so Jens drags him out of the way, more towards a wall. He could back him up against it and cuddle onto him easily, but he’s too giddy for it.

“What is it?”, the Dutch boy enquires. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning, and it’s endearing, so much so that Jens has to bite his lips to stop himself from kissing him.

He doesn’t refrain from grinning, though. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you,” he bops Lucas’ nose with his index, and his heart beats faster when his boyfriend scrunches his face. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

They ride the tramway for about 20 minutes, and Jens can see Lucas’ eyes scanning everywhere around them as they get off at the right stop. He glances at the coffee shops, the cafés, the restaurants, even spare a look at an odd building that looks anything but trusty.

“Stop inspecting everything,” Jens snorts, pulling on his hand.

They only need to walk for a few minutes, and Jens can’t pull his eyes off Lucas when he drags him towards the modern and tall building of the hotel. His eyebrows furrow in confusion for a second, and then he gives Jens an incredulous glance.

“Jens Stoffels, why the fuck-…,” he starts high, but lowers his voice once they’re in the fancy-looking lobby. “What are we doing in a hotel? In this kind of hotel?”

Jens gets a bit snug, and he promptly ignores him as he walks to the counter, greeting the woman behind it.

“Good evening,” he smiles, aware that Lucas is still a few meters behind, watching him. “We have a reservation, under Stoffels?”

It doesn’t take long for the woman to give them their card, quickly explain the basic functioning of the hotel, the breakfast hours…All sort of things that don’t matter to Jens now that his ideal night with his boyfriend is so close.

“The spa and swimming pool are open until 2 A.M. during the weekend, so feel free to go when you want to. Massages and treatments are only available from 9 A.M. to 9 P.M. You can reserve them here or call us when you’re in your room. The details are on this folder.”

A quick glance towards Lucas shows him being wide-eyed, impressed at the luxury from this place- it really isn’t that much, but they’re just two struggling students. Having access to a spa already feels like royalty.

*+*+*

Their room is-…amazing. Lucas still hasn’t said a word, and it’s honestly almost worrying his boyfriend at that point, if only the amazed glint in his eyes wouldn’t be there. They look around their room, Jens gasping at the size of the bathtub and the beds, and stay a little too long watching the view over Utrecht they have from up here.

“It’s so-…,” Jens starts speaking, but then Lucas turns towards him.

“You’re an asshole,” he interrupts him. “What kind of-…Jens. Should we book an appointment with Sander’s psychiatrist?”

He’s 100% serious, and that makes Jens scoff. “You’re the responsible one for this, Luc.”

“How?!”  

“You said we were so desperate we’ll have to book a room, and my small brain hasn’t been able to store any other information since then,” he winks at him, and Lucas rolls his eyes.

Suddenly, he has his arms full of his boyfriend, Lucas throwing his arms around his shoulders.

“You booked us a room in this kind of rich fucked hotel just to fuck me?”

Jens bites down on his smile. “What can I say?”, he leans down, hovering above the other boy’s mouth. “Your ass is just irresistible.”

“Nasty,” Lucas scrunches his nose in distaste, but he’s smiling as well.

Lucas kisses him first, tilting his face to reach his mouth. The kiss is shallow at first, just lips sliding together in a comforting way, and it’s only when Jens sighs into it that it grows deeper. Their hands grab onto their waist, their hair, little noises exchanged in between their lips and tongues.

Surprisingly, it’s Jens that breaks the kiss.

“What do you wanna do?”, he asks, gently stroking Lucas’ cheek. They’re still wearing their jackets and shoes, it’s stupid of them. “Spa, swimming pool? Eat? We can order whatever you want-…well, I have like, 70 euros.”

Lucas shoves his head in Jens’ neck, breathing deeply.

“You know what I want, Jens.”

Jens tries to swallow his smirk. “Yeah? And what could that be?”

A pair of lips softly presses against his pulse point, clear enough of an answer. Jens hums, tilting his head to bare more of his neck. The other man doesn’t wait long before he’s attacking his whole throat, nibbling at his skin until it’s red and shiny.

“We should wash up first,” Lucas whispers as he’s licking his way up his neck, to his ear. “Or…We should wash up…during.”

It takes a few seconds for Jens to register what he’s implying, and he pushes Lucas’ face away from him.

“Are you suggesting bathroom sex right now, mister Van der Heijden?”

“Ew,” the man flips his forehead. “You’re not supposed to say it out loud. You’re ruining the mood.”

Jens fakes a pout. “Sorry. Let’s build it right back up, uhm?”

10 minutes later, and they’re messily making out in the middle of a filled-up bathtub. They have lit up a few candles, threw in some body wash to make the water bubbly, and their clothes are dispersed around both the bathroom and the bedroom.

Lucas is straddling Jens, fingers grabbing onto his face to keep him still as they’re kissing, and both their hard-ons are pressing against each other. It’s the closest they’ve been to actually having sex in weeks, almost months, and Jens already feels close just by being pressed naked against his boyfriend, his boner bumping into Lucas’ body every time they slightly move.

There are moans filling the bathroom, even more when Lucas dips down to lick at the marks he left earlier. Jens will scold him tomorrow for leaving so many hickeys behind, when they both know it’s anything but a good idea, but right now neither of them care.

“Luc’, Lucas…,” Jens whispers, pulling onto his boyfriend’s hair in a way that makes him whine. “Doing it here…,” he doesn’t finish his sentence, just focuses on bending Lucas backwards until his nipples emerge from the water.

In a second, Jens attaches his mouth there, sucking on one of the buds until Lucas is gripping his hair and repeating his name like a mantra. It’s intoxicating: the lighting, low and sensual, the noises, the hot water around them. There is a soapy taste on Lucas’ nipples, but he doesn’t care. It won’t kill him- but maybe not sucking on Lucas’ body will.

Jens’ hands slide down Lucas’ body, leaving a little trail behind them before he’s full on grabbing his ass, too tightly, too firmly, and it sends Lucas against him.

“Ah, f-fuck, Jens,” he groans.

His boyfriend takes that as an invitation to kiss him openly, shoving his tongue in his mouth, pulling on his lower lip. It’s dirty and it’s quick but they both like and crave for it.

“We should get out,” Jens whispers in his mouth, one of his fingers dipping between Lucas’ ass cheeks and just slightly pressing against his hole. “Wanna eat you out.”

Lucas almost glares at him. “You’re a fucking menace, I-…,” he settles down, and exhales a long breath. “I’m…uhm…,” he gulps down, before suddenly hugging him, hiding his face from him.

It’s so out of place that Jens squeaks, but he returns the embrace quickly. Lucas sighs into his hair, and Jens starts rocking them left and right, trying to ease the mood. Maybe it’s too much too quickly for the Dutch man, and it’s understandable. He won’t-

Jens feels his elbow hit something as he gently rocks the boy in his arm, and-…

“Shit,” Lucas swears all of a sudden, pulling from his lover and quickly looking over the bathtub.

“What…?”

Jens is confused, but only for a second, because a rapid glance makes him sprint up from the bathtub in a panic.

“Shit, shit, fuck-…Lucas, move,” he almost yells at his boyfriend as he’s picking up the fallen candle.

The candle is not the issue, no- it’s the fucking towel the candle landed on. And…Fire. Yes. The towel is burning. Fuck-

“The towel is on fire, Jens, we-…I can’t Jens what the fuck? The hotel is-…do something, Jens, c’mon!”

Jens is overwhelmed, but he can’t be, not when the fire is still so small, not when he already paid so much for this hotel room- he really doesn’t want to be sued. He doesn’t have the money.

He takes the towel by the non-burning side, and throws it in the sink, where he turns on the water. Lucas shoves him out of the way in a panic. They’re still naked, it’s ridiculous. If firemen were to come-…

Luckily, the towel stops burning quickly, but the smoke is already there, black, and elevating in the air-…In a few seconds, the alarm starts ringing, and sprinklers activate, throwing freezing cold water on their naked bodies.

Jens sighs.

“Fucking hell,” Jens passes a hand through his hair. “What the hell?”

“We shouldn’t have lit up the candles,” Lucas deadpans.

Jens shares a glance with his boyfriend. “We shouldn’t have, no.”

If it was any other person saying that, Jens would have jumped them. But it’s the boy he loves with all his heart, so he just sighs deeply. It’s his own fault, after all.

“And we should put some clothes on.”

Jens wants to laugh. And cry. And maybe burn the whole hotel down.

All he does is nod, though. “We should,” he agrees, and doesn’t refuse the comforting peck that Lucas offers him. “Are we cursed; do you think?”

Lucas gives him a little tap on the thigh as they exit the bathroom, where the alarm and the sprinklers are still going off.

“Probably.”

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Jens is absolutely horrified at himself.

It’s been two weeks since the hotel…incident, and even though the hotel didn’t press charge (not for a towel, thank God), and Lucas took it as a good, funny memory, Jens is still mortified.

They hadn’t mentioned it to anybody, to any of their friends- no, they would all make fun of them. With good reasons. Almost setting fire to a hotel room just by trying to be romantic fucks and banging in a bathtub…It was one of those stories you see on the Internet and laugh about, finding it silly, until it happens to you and suddenly it’s anything but funny.

Jens cringes as he recalls the incident for the fourth time already today, and he hides his blushing cheeks with his hands, trying to act nonchalant. He’s in class, right now, but can’t focus on the boring, slow voice of his teacher at all. It isn’t interesting to begin with, and only about half of the class is actually paying attention. (Jens is not one of them, and he feared he had and will never be part of this well-behaved, studious crowd).

His thoughts are where they usually are- on his boyfriend. Lucas. Stupid Dutch boy who caused him to embarrass himself way too much during those past months, only because he wanted to screw him. Even junkies embarrass themselves less, Jens thinks in his overdramatic state.

Another flashback to the hotel fiasco makes him cringe, and he takes out his phone in hope to distract his mind. He has to scroll through Twitter, has to play a game- he has to do something to take his mind off this stupid fucking hotel towel. As soon as he flips his phone, though, it lights up with an unread text, and his lips quirk up involuntarily when he sees the name spelled on his screen.

Luc, 10:48; not trying to be a slut or anything but I’ve got the place to myself from 12 to 14 so…if u wanna come (over)…

Jens snorts as he reads the somewhat flirty somewhat cringy text, and he doesn’t notice when the girl next to him throws him a glare.

His fingers move faster than his mind.

Jens, 10:54; I’ll be there

Jens, 10:54; in a very non-slutty way

Instantly, his mood picks up. Screw the hotel and the towel, screw Jana and Lotte and Jayden throwing up (Lucas had to clean the bathroom the following morning, by the way, because Jayden’s aim was terrible) …screw everything. This time, they will lock the doors. This time, Jens will force his boyfriend to send a text to his roommates to tell them to not come home.

Yes. Perfect. Nobody was going to disturb them.

*+*+*

There is absolutely zero build-up, this time around. Not that there were much the other times, but today, as soon as Jens is inside Lucas’ apartment, they’re kissing, roughly, hands grabbing waist and hair and neck, and Jens doesn’t care if his breath smells like nicotine or if Lucas’ hair is greasy or-

They don’t care. They’re alone, in a nice, cozy place, with a bed, everything they need and nobody to disturb them. And about two hours to learn about each other’s curves and taste all over again.

It doesn’t take them long before they end up in Lucas’ bedroom. Jens’ lips are shiny with spit, swollen and red, but he doesn’t let go of his boyfriend’s mouth for a second, too addicted to the plumpness, the taste, the pink.

They’re both half-naked, Jens’ shirt still hanging on one of his shoulders by the sleeve, and Lucas has only one sock on (which is weird, because Jens doesn’t remember bending down to take the other off, but well).

“Want you,” Lucas whispers in his lover’s mouth. “Hurry.”

And Jens does. Normally, he likes to take his time, to kiss every part of Lucas’ body, to re-discover each place that makes his breath hitch and his voice higher. He likes to slowly take him apart, to devour him, basically.

But now…Now Jens is hard, and he wants to just fuck Lucas silly. Wants to mark him inside. He just wants him to feel good, quickly. They wouldn’t last long in this state, anyway, so might as well get into it.

They’re mindful enough to not shove their clothes too hastily, not wanting to tear them, but once they’re naked, Jens pushes Lucas to the bed, watching him bounce on it (he would smile and call him cute usually, but not now). He’s on top of him in a second, attaching his lips to the other boy’s neck, gently licking his way down his collarbones-

And. Listen. He knows he said he wasn’t going to take his time, but he’s not an animal either, and he knows Lucas is a huge fan of the build-up before actually having sex (he actually prefers it, Jens thinks), so he indulges him -and himself, let’s be for real- by grabbing his waist and kissing his nipples, gently tugging on them with his teeth.

He earns himself some high-pitched moan when he nudges his leg between Lucas’, and he looks down to see his full erect cock, brushing against his thigh. It’s so tempting to just drop down, lower, and lick at him- he considers his boyfriend’s face, full of lust, lost in a haze, and the clock, barely reading 12:19, before lowering his mouth. They have time. And Lucas has stamina- he can definitely come two times. No big deal. Jens-…They may have done it before. More than twice.

Jens is sucking a hickey onto Lucas’ pale, toned stomach, his fingers tickling their ways towards Lucas’ groin when it happens-

It’s too familiar, at this point, but Jens still jumps when his phone starts ringing, still trapped in his Jeans pocket (dropped at the end of the bed), and he’s about to ignore it, to continue worshipping his pretty boy when it rings for a second time. And that’s when Jens actually focuses on it, and realizes it’s not his usual ringtone, not the music he’s used to when Lotte, Kes or Noor call him. It’s not even the-

“Holy fuck,” Jens sprints away from his boyfriend, hurrying to his phone. He doesn’t care that he’s naked, that he’s hard, that he has the most perfect man laying on the bed, just for him, no-

Lucas whines at the loss of contact. “Jens fucking Stoffels, you get your ass back he-…”

Jens would never ever dare to be rude to his lover, but right now, he turns towards him and hushes him, ignoring the deadly glare Lucas gives him in return as he refocuses on his phone.

Two missed Teams videocalls.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he starts cursing, ready to fall apart and cry and hide himself under Lucas’ bed, when a third call appears on the screen. Jens freezes for a second, but he doesn’t have time to panic. He can’t miss this call. “Baby, just stay there, and stay quiet.”  

Lucas scowls, not happy with the cold tone his lover is using, but he complies and just watches dumbly, still naked and hard, as Jens throws only his shirt on himself and squats against the white door. The sight is probably ridiculous, but the Belgian doesn’t care. This whole situation must be a fever dream. His whole life, most likely.

He picks up the call at the last second. On his screen, a blonde head appears, a woman in her mid-fifties, a somewhat polite smile on her face, the background being blurry.

“Hello,” she says in a professional yet tight voice.

Jens gulps down as he catches his reflection on his screen: his cheeks are red, his hair a mess. Shit-

“Hello,” he replies, and racks his brain to find an excuse. “I’m-…I’m sorry, for not picking up, and for my state. I thought I would be able to be home to take the call, but the bus ran late,” he says, pitiful, offering her a fake smile.

The woman seems to relax a little bit at that. It’s probably more about the fact that he’s apologizing more than the fact that she believes him, but it’s good enough for him.

“No problem,” she waves the subject away. “I have some questions for you. Are you in a rush?”

Jens glances towards the bed. Lucas is still there, naked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. The sight is to die for, and the disdain in his eyes makes Jens want to screw everything and just join him back to fuck him into the mattress, but he…he can’t.

“No,” Jens exhales. “Not at all.”

The woman smiles, nodding to him through the screen. He wonders how she’d react if she knew he was butt naked right now.

“Fabulous!”, she exclaims, and Jens has to school himself to not visibly cringe at her.  He hates boomers. “Well, we were very interested in your application for the internship. Would you mind if I ask you some questions about your résumé and cover letter?”

Jens smiles, even if the reflection on his screen looks more like a grimace. He shakes his head.

“Not at all.”

She beams at that, still politely, like a real adult, an office worker. Jens swallows his breath.

“Wait, let me just find it again,” she starts, the sound of ruffled paper filling Lucas’ bedroom through his phone speaker. “I’m a bit messy.”

She scoots out of the frame, only her hair being visible on Jens’ screen, and that’s the moment the boy seizes his chance; he turns his phone so that the woman only sees his shoulder if she glances at her screen, and shares a look with his boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” he mouths.

Lucas still looks pissed, and embarrassed, but he doesn’t look as angry as before- he understands the importance of the call, even if it meant him being cock-blocked and having to shiver in his cold room as his dick softens at the voice of the middle-aged woman and the awfully horrible view of Jens squatting down naked.

“I hate you,” Lucas mouths back, but there’s a light and teasing glow in his gaze that relaxes Jens.

“Ah, finally!”, the woman’s voice pierces their bubble, and Jens repositions himself so that he’s in front of the camera again. “Found it. So. First of all, you’re Belgian? What made you come to the Netherlands?”

Jens is tempted to glance at his (naked) boyfriend again, just two meters away, so close, so lovely, but he doesn’t. What made him come to the Netherlands? A handsome, smart, adorable and too flirty man, probably.

That’s not what he tells her, but that’s what he repeats in the crook of Lucas’ neck one hour later, as he’s apologizing for the hundredth time, cuddling into him for the 20 minutes they have left before Jens has to go back to campus.

Chapter Text

It’s sunny outside when Jens meets Noor and Yasmina.

Yasmina’s outfit is just a little more colorful than usual, while Noor sticks to her signature grunge aesthetic, the only concession to the weather being a short-sleeved shirt instead of a long one. Jens is also in a t-shirt, though he’s still wearing his baggy dark jeans. because it may be sunny but when the wind lifts, it still makes everyone shiver.

They’re on a rare four-day break—well, a self-imposed one. Officially, they only have Thursday off due to a holiday and the weekend, but Jens, Lucas, and the rest of their friends have decided to extend it into a long weekend. Only Moyo and Liv weren’t as lucky; their scientific studies demand labs and coursework, but Jens doesn’t dwell on that.

“So. I brought a shit ton of stuff,” Noor says with excitement. They’re sitting in a park, having a picnic. Jens feels like he’s in one of those indies coming of age movies, but he’s not against it. “Cakes. Chocolate, and strawberry,” she emphasizes on the second item by giving Yasmina a pointed look.

She sets them down on the fluffy green blanket—one that Jens may or may not have stolen from Lucas: well, he does live in a musty and cold apartment. He considers himself fully justified in taking a cozy blanket from his boyfriend for the sake of his mental and physical well-being.

“Chips- paprika, barbecue and cheese, of course. Oh, and I made that stupid tomato-feta pasta that was everywhere online.”

Yasmina rolls her eyes. “That was everywhere like, two years ago?”

“What about it?”, Noor retorts. “Does food have an expiration date on trends now?”

Yasmina lifts her hands in surrender, while Jens bites back a smile.

Once Noor finishes her food haul, they start picking at the snacks first. She brought way too much food for three people, but he figures she can split the rest with Isa when she gets back to her girlfriend’s place. Then again, Yasmina and Jens can put away a surprising amount when they’re hungry- especially when the conversation turns to gossip and shit-talking, as it tends to do when they’re reunited.

Jens opens both a bottle of wine and one of grape juice: it’s not Yasmina’s favorite, but it’s the same color as wine, so it’ll do the trick. Those two bottles, a pack of cigarettes and the blanket were his contributions to the picnic. Noor hadn’t trusted him with anything food-related, which was fair. He has too many stories of meals ruined beyond salvation, straight from the pan to the trash.

“How is it going with Luc?”, Yasmina asks, dipping a baby carrot into cocktail sauce and turning a curious glance towards him.

Jens and Lucas are... private. They’ve been together for years, but Jens still hasn’t come out to his mom, despite being out to everyone else (Lotte included). Lucas understands and indulges him, posting only blurry, faceless pictures of them together on Instagram- just enough to brag about having a boyfriend, without making Jens recognizable. It fits Lucas’s aesthetic and, more importantly, keeps Jens’s mom blissfully unaware.

Jens doesn’t follow the same strategy. Instead, he does post Lucas, but in a friendly way: the same as the pictures he would post with Robbe or Aaron. It makes him look like nothing more than one of his best friends, but since all of their friends know about their relationship, it doesn’t seem odd.

Lucas doesn’t complain- they never fight about this. In fact, they rarely fight at all- aside from the occasional dumb argument about food or movies, they’ve had maybe two or three real fights in nearly half a decade together. When it does happen, Jens shuts down, pretending nothing happened. And he never, ever asks Robbe for advice, because asking Robbe means asking Sander, and… no. Sander has a soft spot for Lucas that makes him far too biased to be useful.

When Lucas needs advice after a fight, he usually turns to Kes and Isa. They’re not exactly the best sources; Isa and Noor are in some weird, unofficial relationship, and Kes cycles through one-night stands without even managing a stable friends-with-benefits situation, but at least their advice has never made things worse. So, they’re… fine. Kind of.

Between that and Jens’s habit of shutting down during conflict, their relationship remains a bit of a mystery to their friends. They're together, clearly, but no one ever really knows if they’re in the middle of a fight, on vacation, secretly engaged, or on the edge of a breakup. Or, possibly, if they’re just trying (and failing) to have sex.

“It’s going,” Jens replies to Yasmina, which probably doesn’t help.

The two girls share a quick glance. “Is there something?”

Jens grimaces. He’s not sure he wants to expose his very gay and very uneventful sexual life, definitely not in front of a lesbian and a Muslim girl.

“It’s a bit explicit,” he offers as a way to avoid the subject.

Yasmina just scoffs. “Jens, I’ve been friends with Jana and Luka for years. And her,” she points to Noor with her chin. “I’ve heard it all.”

The man sighs in a way that makes his shoulders sag. “That’s the problem. There’s nothing to tell.”

“You can just say you don’t want to talk about it. No need to dance around it.”

He shakes his head- they don’t get it. He’s going to have to spell it out.

“No, I’m-…What I’m saying is that there’s nothing to tell because we haven’t done anything in months. And it’s not because we don’t want to.”

Noor, halfway through a handful of chips, keeps munching as she deadpans, “Do you have a fungus on your dick?”

“Ew, Noor, please,” Yasmina groans, slapping her shoulder.

“I don’t,” Jens replies seriously, not even sparing a second to grimace at her implication. “And neither does Luc. We don’t have any issues, it’s just…,” he waves his hand around. “We don’t have the opportunity.”

And just like that, he finds himself in a long and detailed discussion about his (very dry) sex life. As embarrassing as it is, he walks them through every failed attempt: the hotel, the Teams call, Lotte showing up, Jayden puking. They burst into laughter when they remember Jana barging in on them on New Year’s Eve, though Jens groans and shoves them both, clearly unamused.

“Well,” Noor hides her smirk behind her wine glass. “You’ve made my week.”

“Fuck off,” he groans, kicking her with his foot.

Half of their food is gone, mostly thanks to Noor, who’s been too entertained by Jens’ story to stop eating. Yasmina, on the other hand, spent most of it half-horrified, while Jens is ready to roll himself into a ball and sulk. He hates his life.

“What is he doing now?” Yasmina asks.

Jens shrugs. They had called for a few minutes this morning while he was on his way to buy wine and grape juice. Lucas was still in bed, his voice raspy with sleep, and Jens had wanted nothing more than to stand Yasmina and Noor up and join him for a full-day cuddle session.

But he wasn’t an asshole.

So now he was here. And Lucas was sending him pictures of him snuggled in his comforter, watching Shameless for the billionth time.

“He’s home,” he replies after a second.

Another not-so-subtle glance passes between Yasmina and Noor.

“You know,” Noor starts, her tone suspiciously gentle, “Isa’s having a girls’ night at her place tonight.”

“Nah, I’m gonna pass. I’ve watched enough sappy movies for-…”

He gets cut off by an exasperated sigh. “Isa has a girl’s night with her best friends. Ask Luc if Jayden’s going out. He probably is.”

He stares at her blankly, waiting for an actual explanation.

“Oh my God, Jens. How stupid can one person be?” Yasmina groans. Ouch. “Liv is going to the girls’ night. If Jayden is going out, that means Lucas is going to be home alone.”

There is a little bulb lighting up above Jens, and he can’t contain the smile flashing on his face.

“Oh,” he nods, considering.

That-…Wow. Did Noor just resolve a months-long l issue in a few minutes?

No wonder they say women are smarter than men.

“I bet you two have had countless opportunities, actually. You just don’t know how to seize them.”

“Okay, oh-so-wise Noor. Thank you,” Jens says, attempting sarcasm, but he can’t quite hide the softness in his voice.

She just saved his ass- well, his dick, technically.

*+*+*

Luc, 17:42: nah hes got a dress up party

Luc, 17:43: don’t ask me about it

Jens smiles at his phone. He’s on the tramway, after being almost chased away by Noor and Yasmina. He told them he could hang out longer, but they both shook their head, all but ordering him to go cuddle his boyfriend and, finally, get his dick wet (their words, not his).

Jens, 17:44: mind if I come over?

Luc, 17:44: as if I’d ever say no to you

Luc, 17:46: tell me when tho bc my hair is greasy

Jens looks up at the street passing by the window and grimaces.

Jens, 17:47: well…now?

Luc, 17:47: omg no go away

Jens, 17:48: i’ll take a walk around the neighborhood

Jens, 17:48: im giving you a walk around the block and a cigarette

There’s a long minute before Lucas replies, during which Jens gets off from the tramway and starts strolling in the opposite direction of his boyfriend’s place.

When his phone buzzes, he’s just lighting up his cigarette. He smirks at the message.

Luc, 17:50: to shower and wash my hair? Not enough time, sir

Jens, 17:51: no need to get squeaky clean

Jens, 17:51: we’ll have to shower again tonight anyway :)

No more replies after that.

Sure, Lucas could have hopped in the shower right away, but Jens knows his boyfriend. He knows he probably went bright red, shoved his phone onto the counter with a huff, and muttered pervert under his breath.

That's how Jens spends the next 25 minutes walking at such a ridiculously slow pace even grandmas are passing him. He’s only slightly embarrassed about it. 25 minutes is plenty of time for a shower, even with Lucas’ unnecessarily long hair routine, his obsessive scrubbing and shaving. It’s enough time, he assures himself.

-

It's apparently not enough time. 

Jens still has to wait another seven minutes, sitting on the couch next to an overexcited Jayden, dressed like a cheap pirate.

“You’re seriously hoping to get some while looking like that?”, he asks, eyeing the costume.

He looks like…like shit, let’s be honest.

“Well, are you?”, Jayden bites back.

Jens looks down at himself- he’s not so badly dressed, right? It’s a basic shirt and basic Jeans. His hair is freshly washed from yesterday evening, and he sprayed himself with perfume and popped a gum just before coming in.

“I’m not hoping. I know I’m going to get some.”

Jayden raises an eyebrow mockingly, opening his mouth to retort-

“Keep talking like that and what you’re going to get is a ride home,” someone says behind them.

The two men startle and turn around in a single movement. 

It’s Lucas, fresh out of the shower, hair damp and deliciously curled, cheeks flushed red. He’s drowning in beige sweats and one of Jens’ sweaters that he forgot here a few months ago.

“Baby,” Jens plays it off by smiling sweetly at him. “Hi.”

Lucas tries to keep up his offended act, but his shoulders sag, and a second later, Jens has a lapful of his boyfriend. Lucas nuzzles into his neck, damp hair and all, contorting himself into an objectively terrible position- but Jens doesn’t mind. He just wraps his arms around his waist and presses a kiss to his temple.

“Hey, you,” he murmurs.

Lucas hums in reply. Jens is pretty sure he’s closed his eyes and is ready to nap there, no matter if it’s going to ruin his back for the night.

“Y’all are cute as fuck,” Jayden sighs deeply. “Liv and Noah, you two, Isa and Noor…”

The Belgian smirks. “That’s what you get when you’re serious and not thinking with your dick.”

“Oh, please,” Lucas groans, sitting up and rolling his eyes. “As if you weren’t a huge fuckboy when I met you.”

Jayden chuckles at that, high-fiving his roommate.

Jens scoffs. “I wasn’t in my mid-twenties dressed as some kind of clown-pirate, though.”

That shuts Jayden up real quick.

*+*+*

It’s 9 p.m. when Jayden finally heads out for his party. Liv had stopped by earlier, grabbing some masks, lotions, pajamas and whatnots. She may or may not have winked at them when she realized no one else would be home tonight, but… okay.

It’s fine. Jens doesn’t comment when he occasionally catches her adjusting her turtleneck to hide her hickeys.

They settle on plain veggie soup for dinner (partly because Jens kind of showed up unannounced, and partly because, well… ordering greasy food probably isn’t the smartest idea, considering their plans for the night).

Not that it ends up mattering. Jens barely has time to get the soup out of the fridge before Lucas is on him, fingers curling around his jaw, kissing him senseless.

He stumbles back slightly at the impact, letting out a surprised noise before catching up, hands finding Lucas’ waist and holding him steady. The kiss isn’t rushed or frantic- it’s soft, a slow slide of lips, a few sighs exchanged between them. Warm and familiar.

When they finally part, Jens rests their foreheads together.

“Well, hello there,” he murmurs, breathless.

Lucas smiles in that familiar, cocky way, letting a few seconds pass before tilting his head up again, bringing their mouths back together.

The soup is long forgotten as they sink deeper into the kiss. It starts slow- soft, teasing- just lips brushing, Jens’ fingers ghosting over Lucas’ hips in a way that almost tickles.

As they get more into it, the kiss grows more intense: Lucas pulls him forward until he’s pressed against the counter, Jens between his legs, and they exchange open-mouthed kisses, lost in the building desire.

Lucas’ fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly, just enough to draw a groan from him, low and rough, the kind that makes Lucas smirk against his lips.

It’s maddening. The knowledge that, this time, nothing and no one will interrupt them (they made sure- doors locked, phones off) makes them frantic, hands greedy for skin, for something solid to hold onto. Their tongues slide together, little noises slipping free, barely restrained.

Jens’ hands push beneath Lucas’ sweater, fingers gliding over his back before gripping the barely-there soft flesh just above his ass. It brings a moan out of the man, and he hooks one of his legs around Jens’ waist, trying to be closer, to seek friction.

“Bedroom,” he whispers against his lips.

They’re both panting, half-hard, desperate. Jens tugs him forward, their steps clumsy as they stumble toward the room, too unwilling to break the kiss. It’s hazardous, really; Jens isn’t familiar enough with the space to navigate blind, but Lucas only chuckles when they bump into furniture and doorways.

Once they step into Lucas’ bedroom, the latter takes a moment to switch on one of his warm-toned lamps. The soft, golden light spills over the room and Jens feels his heart stuttering in his chest.

This man… He’s going to be the death of him.

Once the room is bathed in that familiar warmth, Lucas turns back to him, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He hooks his arms around Jens’ shoulders.

“Hello, sir,” he teases, voice playful.

Jens licks his lips. He feels like he’s going to explode. “Hey,” he takes the same tone as his lover, acts nonchalant. “You come here often?”

Lucas hums, tilting his head as if thinking. “Every night or so.”

"Wow," Jens grins. “Maybe I should come more often.”

Lucas pulls him in just a little closer, enough for their clothed torso to brush. “Definitely.”

For a moment, they just stand there, breathing each other in. Jens lets his fingers dip under the hem of Lucas’ sweater, brushing against the bare skin of his lower back. Lucas shivers at the contact, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he tilts his head up, lips parting slightly, and Jens takes that as his cue.

Their mouths meet again, this time slower, deeper. Lucas presses up against him, his body molding perfectly to Jens’, and the latter lets himself sink into it.

Lucas smiles against his lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Are we just going to keep talking, or…?”

Jens chuckles, breathless, and tightens his grip. “Not planning on it.”

His hands are firm on Lucas’ waist, pulling him in like he’s afraid to let go. His boyfriend doesn’t hesitate- he tilts his head, deepening it almost instantly, lips parting just enough for his tongue to slip forward, teasing.

Jens hums at the sensation, a pleased sound vibrating in his throat, and Lucas takes it as encouragement.

The kiss turns hotter, messier. Their mouths move together as if they’ve done this a thousand times before -because they have- but this time, there’s no interruptions, no ridiculous situations.

Jens feels fingers slip under his shirt, trailing higher to scratch between his shoulder blades. It makes him shiver. There’s no hesitation, no teasing. They’ve waited long enough.

Lucas tugs at his shirt, and he doesn’t even think twice before lifting his arms, letting it be pulled off and tossed somewhere behind them. Lucas barely has time to admire the sight before Jens is back on him, hands pushing under his oversized sweater, fingers running up his sides, memorizing the warmth of his skin.

They break apart for just a second, just long enough for Lucas to pull his own sweater over his head, his damp curls tousled from the motion. Jens doesn’t give him a chance to recover; he cups his jaw, kissing him again, swallowing the small, breathy sound he makes.

A gentle yet hurried tug towards the bed makes Jens follow easily, too eager to finally, finally have his boyfriend. They fall on it not-so-gently, but Lucas doesn’t seem to mind Jens’ weight setting on top of him. He parts his legs enthusiastically, letting his lover shuffle between them and flushing their clothed dicks together.

A single grind makes them both breathless.

Jens could just say fuck it and undress him completely- grab the lube from the bedside table, open up his boyfriend and fuck into him in less than 15 minutes, but they have time. They have the whole evening and months of catch-up to do, so instead of frenetically grabbing onto Lucas’ waistband, he shuffles down until his mouth is at-level with his nipples.

They’re hard: perky rosy little buds that fit between his teeth easily. The first tug makes Lucas moan immediately- he arches slightly, his fingers instinctively tangling in Jens’ hair, gripping but not pulling. Jens takes his time, circling his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking lightly.

Just enough to make Lucas gasp.

“Fuck,” Lucas exhales, back pressing into the mattress as his chest rises and falls under Jens’ attention.

Jens smirks against his skin, letting his teeth scrape just slightly before moving to the other nipple, his hand coming up to flick over the one he just abandoned. The reaction is immediate: Lucas’ hips twitch up, a whimper escaping him, and Jens groans at the sound.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmurs, voice dripping with affection.

Lucas opens his mouth to reply, maybe to say something cocky, but Jens chooses that exact moment to grind his hips down, and whatever words he had die in a sharp inhale.

“God, Jens,” he gasps as his fingers tighten their hold in his hair.

Jens grins, pleased, pressing a kiss to Lucas’ sternum before continuing his way down: he kisses over the soft skin of his stomach, his happy trail, his hipbones that are barely peeking out.

Lucas’ breath hitches, and Jens can feel the way his legs shift, the way his grip on his hair never relaxes.

When he hooks one finger under his waistband, just teasing what little hair he can find there, Lucas inhales sharply. Taking his sweet time pulling it down, centimeter by centimeter, licking around the skin exposed- it smells clean, like his body wash but also like Lucas’ natural scent. He knows it’s just because he’s stupidly in love, but Jens adores this smell- just Lucas.

He finally has mercy on his boyfriend when the latter grows too impatient, almost buzzing out of his skin: he’s been teased for a while, now. Jens had gone back to his nipples, two fingers just scratching above his groin in a torturous way, and…And Lucas had glared at him, unable to form a correct sentence to insult him.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jens winks at him, playful. “I got you.”

He has to get up to slip both their pants off- he grabs Lucas’ underwear as well but leaves his on. His lover will have all the time in the world to take it off himself in a moment, but for now, he wants to focus on him.

Lucas barely has time to steal a unpleased look at Jens’ clothed dick before the latter is back between his legs, settling comfortably like he belongs there.

And, well…he does.

His hands run along Lucas’ thighs, squeezing gently, dragging up to his hips before he presses a slow, deliberate kiss just above where Lucas wants him most. The reaction is immediate: a sharp inhale, a soft curse, and fingers flexing against the sheets.

Jens, ever the menace, watches him with a smirk, eyes dark and teasing. “You look so good like this,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the inside of Lucas’ thigh.

It’s close, so close-

Lucas lets out a frustrated huff, lifting his head just enough to glare at him. “Jens, if you don’t-”

Jens doesn’t let him finish.

He licks a slow stripe up his length, and whatever insult Lucas had on his tongue dissolves into a moan, his head falling back against the pillows. His thighs tense under Jens’ hands, but he doesn’t push away- if anything, he spreads them wider, tilting his hips in silent encouragement.

Jens hums, pleased, before wrapping his lips around him properly, and Lucas’ fingers find their way back into the shorter hair on his neck, tugging just enough to make him sigh.

He can’t believe there was ever a time in his life where he thought he was straight- now, he’s well into his twenties, half-naked on a bed and sucking his boyfriend’s dick like the world was ending tomorrow.

He almost wants to laugh, but his mouth is occupied, you see, so he swallows his thoughts and takes Lucas deeper down his throat, willing himself to not gag. Lucas isn’t huge, but is far from small either, and it’s been a long time- Jens goes slowly, coming back up for air every few seconds.

Lucas encourages him by gently carding through his hair and letting out little noises and words of praise- just like that, my love, yeah, perfect, you’re so good at this, I love you so fucking much.

It gets Jens going: he starts rutting against the bed, just enough to get a little friction, to ease the tension in his body.

Lucas notices. Of course, he does.

Even with pleasure clouding his brain, he catches the way Jens shifts his hips, the way his breath hitches differently when he grinds down against the mattress.

“Baby,” Lucas murmurs. “Are you getting off on this?”

Jens makes a noise that’s meant to be dismissive but comes out more like a moan, vibrations sending a shiver through Lucas’ whole body. His fingers tighten in his hair.

“God, you’re unreal,” Lucas sighs, letting his head fall back against the pillows, but his other hand reaches down to brush over Jens’ shoulder, tracing lazy patterns against his skin. “So good for me.”

Jens hums, half in response, half just to drive his lover crazy. And it works. His hips twitch up despite himself, and Jens lets him, relaxing his throat, taking him in.

“Fuck, Jens,” Lucas gasps, voice breaking on the last syllable, and Jens can’t help but smirk around him.

He continues his slow and steady work of bobbing up and down, sometimes taking him in until his nose is pressed to his groin, until Lucas taps his shoulder a few times.

“Come here,” he opens up his arms, and Jens is all too happy to come up and settle between them, his mouth barely free for a second before it’s made busy again by Lucas’ lips. “You’re too good to me.”

Jens hums, pressing their bodies together. He wants to protest- nothing is too good for him, but he can’t talk with the way Lucas is ruining his mouth, pulling at his lips with his teeth, soothing it with his tongue afterwards.  

He is burning beneath him, his skin warm and flushed, and Jens drinks it in- the way his boyfriend shivers when their hips align, the way his fingers dig into Jens’ back like he never wants to let go.

“Want you,” Lucas whispers against his lips, breathless, desperate. His hands slip down to Jens’ waistband, tugging just enough to make his point clear. “Now.”

Jens grins, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

He gets a glare in response, but there’s no real heat behind it. “Jens.”

The need in his voice sends a shiver down Jens’ spine.

He leans in again, pressing a quick kiss to Lucas’ jaw before whispering. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The lube isn’t a big deal to grab from the bedside table- it’s nearly empty, but Jens still tosses it next to his boyfriend, too quick to fall on top of him and leisurely kiss him again.

It’s sensual, but not downright filthy. Just steady, deep kisses that make Jens’ toes curl in.

He’s about to unscrew the lube when Lucas wraps his legs around his waist, keeping him in place.

“Get naked,” he instructs in a not-threatening-enough voice.

Jens smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Mhm?”

Lucas huffs, shifting against the mattress. “Don’t mhm me,” he mutters, gripping the waistband of Jens’ underwear again. “Clothes. Off. Now.”

Jens runs a teasing hand down Lucas’ ribs, feeling the way he shivers under his touch.

“You’re getting bossy.”

Lucas rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so damn slow.” His voice is firm, but his hands betray him, still running over Jens’ chest, his stomach, like he can’t decide where to touch first.

Jens leans down, kissing along his neck before murmuring against his skin, “Patience is a virtue, Luc. We have all night.”

Lucas scoffs, but there’s a tremble in his breath as Jens’ lips graze over his pulse. “Yeah, well, I’d rather not spend half the night waiting.”

Jens grins against his neck, pressing one last open-mouthed kiss before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. 

Lucas’ eyes shoot down when Jens finally, finally hooks his fingers into his underwear and tugs it down. He’s hard and bright red, and it only takes a second before a hand is grabbing him, wrist bent so that Lucas can jerk him off at a slow pace.

Jens almost whines- except from that ridiculous humping against the bed, earlier, he’s spent the whole time focusing on Lucas and ignoring his little problem, and wow. Lucas’ hand. On him.

He’s going insane.

“Getting this hard just by sucking me off, mhm?”, Lucas teases.

Jens can’t do anything but nod. He’s not ashamed- Lucas has that effect on him. Just seeing him flustered can make him hard.

Lucas smirks, fingers speeding up- Jens is awfully close already, and his boyfriend has the right technic. His fingers are tight, his thumb periodically swiping over his tip, gathering precum to ease the slide down.

“That desperate for me?”

Jens exhales sharply, his hips jerking slightly into Lucas’ grip before he catches himself. He could play it cool, pretend like he’s not aching for more, but Lucas knows better. So instead, he just nods, licking his lips. “You have no idea.”

Lucas tilts his head. His thumb drags up the underside of Jens’ cock, circling the head in slow, agonizing strokes. “Oh, I think I do,” he muses, voice thick with amusement. “You’re always so cocky, so in control. But look at you now.”

Dropping his forehead against Lucas’ shoulder, Jens groans. His fingers grip at his waist like it’ll save his life. “Luc,” he murmurs, voice strained. “You’re killing me here.”

Lucas laughs, but it’s breathless. “Good.”

His strokes quicken just slightly, enough to make Jens shudder against him, his breath coming out in uneven pants. Jens feels like he’s burning, his whole body drumming with want.

And when Lucas presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his temple, whispering, “Let go for me,” Jens does; his whole body tensing before he shudders through his release, gasping against Lucas’ skin.

Lucas keeps stroking him through it, gentle now, murmuring soft praises against his ear.

Still catching his breath, Jens tightens his grip around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him even closer. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he whispers.

His voice is low and promising.

Lucas smirk. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he promises. “So good.”

The lube gets snatched again from where it was abandoned next to Lucas, and Jens pushes his legs apart, bending them slightly so that he’s completely exposed to him. He considers dropping down again to eat him out, but they still have tomorrow morning, or later during the night for this- now, he wants to see him around his fingers, and he wants to fuck him.

He circles one of his lubed fingers around Lucas’ hole, watching how the man flutters his eyes closed. It’s not always easy to prep him- he’s really tight and sensitive, and they sometimes have to take a while just for him to take three fingers.

And now that they haven’t fucked in months…

“I’ll go slowly,” he warns his boyfriend, and inserts just the tip of his finger.

That oddly goes smoothly, his finger almost sinking by itself in the warmth. Jens is surprised for a second, before his brain makes the connection. When it does, he drops down next to Lucas, sticking to his side with his finger still in him so that he can approach their faces.

“Did you prep yourself in the shower?”, he asks, even if he already knows the answer.

Lucas turns his head, meeting his gaze with a lazy, knowing smirk. His cheeks are still flushed from earlier, and his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Maybe."

Jens exhales sharply through his nose, pressing a kiss to Lucas’ temple before nuzzling against him.

“You’re unbelievable,” he whispers, slowly moving his finger inside of him. He can already take two. “You come out of the shower acting all cute and clingy to me knowing you’ve been fingering yourself just a few minutes before.”

Lucas hums, shifting just slightly, as if to encourage him to keep going.

“I wanted to be ready for you,” he admits. His fingers ease into Jens’ hair. “Didn’t want to waste time.”

Jens’ heart clenches at that- he finds himself pressing lazy kisses on Lucas’ cheeks as he crooks his finger inside him, testing. He adores him.  

“Taking care of you isn’t wasting time,” he still replies, because he doesn’t want Lucas to think prepping him is a chore or something.

But the other doesn’t seem to be listening anymore- his hips are slowly rocking up and down, trying to seek more, and it’s confirmed when he whines Jens’ name low in his throat.

“Two, please,” he lifts glassy eyes towards him.

And Jens is a weak, enamored, horny man.

He quickly adds another finger, watching Lucas as he shakily exhales. “Good?”, he tests the water, and when the man nods, he starts pumping them in and out.

Lucas lets out a breathy moan, relaxing despite the shivers running down his whole body. His hands grip onto the sheets, then Jens’ arm. The latter watches him closely, mesmerized by the way his lips part and his brows scrunch up.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, pressing a small and dry kiss to Lucas’ temple.

His fingers move with steady precision, scissoring slightly, stretching him open. Lucas twitches at the sensation but doesn’t pull away. He only pushes into it, silently asking for more.

After hooking his fingers just right, the reaction is instant; Lucas gasps loudly, his body arching slightly off the mattress as a deep, breathy moan escapes him.

“There it is,” Jens says with a smug grin.

Lucas bites his lip to quiet his noises.

“Shut up."

But the way he clenches around Jens’ fingers tells a different story. Jens chuckles, pressing another kiss to his jaw, his fingers maintaining their rhythm. 

“You want me to stop talking?” he teases. “Or do you want me to keep telling you how good you feel, how perfect you are for me?”

Lucas groans, tugging at Jens’ hair, body pliant. “Jens,” he whines, hips bucking.

"Yeah?"

His hair is almost being pulled in a painful way, by now. Lucas’ fingers on him are relentless.  

“Need you.” His voice is needy, desperate. “Now.”

Jens stills his fingers, looking up at him. “You sure?”

He’s only two fingers in- usually, they get up to three. It’s not that Jens is huge, but still. He prefers Lucas to be perfectly ready.

Lucas glares. “Yes, yes. Hurry.”

Jens moves then, pulling his fingers away and reaching for the lube again, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss to Lucas’ lips. “I got you, baby,” he murmurs. “I got you.”

He quickly grabs his pants from the ground to find his wallet and therefore the condom he keeps stocked in there- he purposely ignores Lucas’ eyebrow raise.

“You’re suck a fuckboy, my God,” his boyfriend groans, head thumping against the bed.

Jens winks. “Only for you.”

Rolling the condom on himself is quick story, and God- he missed this sensation. His body is almost shaking with excitement to be close again, to be in Lucas.

“Yeah, better be only for me,” Lucas bites back.

Jens grins, leaning down to steal another kiss, this one slower, deeper. "Always," he murmurs against his lips.

His hand slips down to guide himself between his boyfriend's legs- Lucas shifts as he does, wrapping his arms around Jens’ shoulders, holding him close as their breaths blend together.

"Then stop teasing and-"

Jens cuts him off with another kiss as he slowly pushes in, swallowing Lucas' gasp as he stretches around him. His fingers tighten on Jens' shoulders, nails digging in just enough to make him hiss.

"Fuck," Jens groans, burying his face in the crook of Lucas' neck, overwhelmed by the sensation. "You feel so good, baby."

Lucas exhales shakily, body adjusting, muscles clenching before finally relaxing.

"Move," he whispers, nudging Jens’ jaw with his nose.

There’s no hesitation for him, then: he pulls back slightly before thrusting forward again, a slow, steady rhythm that has Lucas whimpering softly beneath him. Their bodies move in sync, finding a pace that has them both gasping.

Jens tilts Lucas’ chin up, watching the pleasure on his face. "Look at you," he whispers, voice full of adoration. "So fucking perfect.”

There is a breathy laugh in response, though it quickly turns into a moan as Jens angles his hips just right.

"Flatter me later," Lucas mutters, fingers tangling in the dark brown hair again. "Just- ah-…just keep going."

And so Jens does, sinking deeper, pressing closer. It starts with gentle, almost shallow thrusts, until Jens is 100% sure Lucas is used to him, and when he picks up the pace, his boyfriend whines loudly. He wraps his legs around Jens’ middle- it makes him press deeper, makes him able to go faster, to grab onto the back of his thighs so that Lucas is completely exposed, at his mercy.

Jens doesn’t particularly hold back. When he sets a relentless pace, Lucas gasps sharply, head tilting back. He's hitting all the right spots with precision- he's got years of practice behind himself.

Jens warches his boyfriend intensely, absolutely wrecked by the sight; the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the glazed-over eyes barely holding focus. He's stunning like this, undone beneath him, giving himself up completely.

"Shit," Jens groans, voice thick. "You feel so good, Luc. So fucking good for me. Made for my cock."

Lucas moans at the words as his nails dig even more into his skin, sure to leave traces. "Jens," he gasps, half a plea, half a command.

Jens leans in, capturing his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing every sound he gives him. His hands move instinctively: one gripping the toned and pale thigh, the other sliding between them, fingers wrapping around his length. There is a jerk at the touch, then a deep whine melting into his mouth.

"I- I'm close," Lucas breathes out. 

Jens feels himself spiraling too, overwhelmed by the heat, the way Lucas clenches around him, the mix of moans and gasps filling the room.

"Come for me," he whispers, stroking Lucas in time with his thrusts. "Wanna see you."

And Lucas does- his back arches off the bed as he lets out a choked cry, body tightening before he shudders, pleasure crashing over him. He cums all over his stomach, mixing his own release with Jens’ own from when he jerked him off.

And it should be disgusting and off putting, but the sight just makes Jens follow him, buried deep, groaning into his neck as he spills into the condom.

He can’t help himself when he dips down to lick at the cum gathered on Lucas’ stomach and torso, and it makes his boyfriend shudder from sensitivity, still coming down from his high.

It wouldn’t be quite right to say that they’re kinky, but when Jens faces him again after licking his upper body clean, Lucas knows what to do immediately; he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out and barely flinches when Jens spits right between his lips.

When he swallows down, Jens kisses him, tongue filthy and tangling together.

“God,” Lucas sighs deeply, and only winces a bit as Jens slips out of him. “That was-…”

Jens smiles at him, still naked and on top of him, lazily kissing his face. He pecks his lips, his nose, his forehead.

“Can I flatter you, now?”, he repeats Lucas’ own words.

It takes a few seconds for Lucas to make the connection, but he rolls his eyes when he does. He huffs out a tired laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

Jens grins, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at his flushed, thoroughly wrecked boyfriend. He runs his fingers through the damp curls, pushing them away from his forehead before leaning down to press another slow, gentle kiss to his lips.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

Lucas rolls his eyes again, but his fingers are already tracing lazy circles on Jens’ arm. “Unfortunately,” he sighs dramatically.

Jens chuckles, shifting so that he’s lying half on top of Lucas, draping an arm over his waist.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

Lucas hums in response, stretching his legs a little before melting back into the mattress. “Yeah,” he says, and it’s content, sleepy. “Just exhausted. In the best way.”

“C’mon,” Jens murmurs after a moment, nudging his boyfriend gently. “Let’s go clean up.”

Lucas groans in protest, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Nooo. I don’t wanna move.”

Jens is already sitting up and reaching for clean clothes in his wardrobe.

“C’mon. We’ll sleep better if we’re clean.”

“Ugh,” Lucas grumbles, but he lets Jens tug him up anyway.

He’s almost half carried to the bathroom, acting like the dramatic princess he can sometimes be, and only admits Jens was right about showering when they’re back in bed, fresh and comfortable.

He curls into Jens’ side, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder.

“I love you,” Lucas says quietly in the dark of the room.

Jens pulls him closer, tangling their legs together. “I love you too,” he whispers before kissing the top of Lucas’ head. “Now sleep. We have a busy morning, tomorrow,” he gently teases, giving his boyfriend a little nudge that makes him scoff.

“Better hold on to this.”

Jens can’t stop himself from slightly pinching Lucas’ waist, smiling at the shove he gets in response.

“You already know I will. I always keep up my promise.”