Hello lovely! I saw your post about pining Lamen and you know what: YES!!! So, here a very small pining Lamen story 🥰 I hope it‘s to your liking.
Jord knew Laurent and he knew what that look on his face meant. It was subtle but undeniably there.
“Don’t look,“ he murmured and grasped Laurent‘s chin to turn his gaze away. The blond pressed his lips together, a look of determined indifference on his face. However, it only lasted for a few seconds before his eyes softened into sadness.
“Yes.“ He turned the rest of his body away too, into Jord’s and he let him. Laurent never let himself be soft with anyone except Jord and Auguste. He flourished in the face of Laurent’s trust. Laurent was taller than him by now. It was still startling how Jord stared at his chin when Laurent was turned towards him like this. In his head Laurent would always stay the small, shy but adorable kid that had hung over Auguste‘s shoulder when they had met for the first time. He rested his chin on Laurent‘s shoulder. Like this he could see Damen putting the young woman back on her feet without anything obscuring his vision. She looked dazed, drugged, like only a kiss from Damianous could make a person look. They had seen this expression on different people’s faces so often it wasn’t even surprising anymore.
Laurent reached around Jord and, presumably, gulped down Jord‘s rum. Then he buried his nose in Jord‘s short hair.
“Fuck,“ he breathed. Jord didn’t say anything, just held him close with both hands on his hips, supporting him like he always would. He had sworn himself that he’d be Laurent’s pillar, his safety net until the day he died and he would never regret that decision. The blond was worthy of any and all loyalty and affection Jord was capable of.
“Once more Damianos Vallis makes all the panties, and I bet some briefs, in the club drop,“ Lazar hollered. He was dragging Damen along, slapping his back as if he had just won the fucking Ironman Hawaii, which he hadn’t, Auguste had.
Hot breath rushed along Jord‘s ear, the sigh inaudible. Laurent stepped back, the corners of his eyes a little less tight than they had been, his lips still a tense line. The next thing that happened was just as familir to Jord’s eye as Laurent’s upset and hurt expression. Damen threw one of his large arms around Laurent and drew him in, the man buried his nose in Laurent’s hair, almost the same as Laurent had buried his in Jord’s hair, but not quite. Damen held him closer, a little more desperate for contact, breathed just that tiny bit deeper and brushed his mouth against Laurent’s skin in an almost kiss. Damen closed his eyes as he gulped down one last lungful of air with his face in the blond waves, before letting Laurent go.
“Good race,“ Laurent said, squeezing Damen‘s shoulder and stepping back.
HELLO DARLING @dreamdropxoxo OHHHHH MY GOD T_T i spent a good five minutes crying over the fact that someone wrote me something and then the next five crying over the fact that someone wrote me something so FANTASTIC
this is ABSOLUTELY to my liking!!!!! oh youve ticked so many boxes — mutual pining, oblivious lamen, a little bit of angst and (platonic) hurt/comfort, and the relationship between laurent & jord!!!!! and that we get all of this from jord’s pov AHHH its perfect
laurents step back broke me </3 ill fight damen if he doesnt get it together and put himself and laurent out of their (unknowingly shared) misery i swear it!!!!
thank you so much for this you wonderful wonderful thing youve made my night T~T
