Jan 21st, Thursday 18:14
„Hey.“ Lucas’s voice chimed from the entrance, as the front door fell shut. „I still have the key, so I hope it was fine? I’m not a robber, I swear!“
If Jens would have felt his usual self, instead of the disconnect to his body and voice, he would have answered in jest. Something along the lines of that being exactly what a robber would say. Instead he swallowed down a couple of sobs in vain, as more surfaced from the waves.
He put the knife down on the wooden board, staring at the vegetables about to be cut.
His shoulders were trembling. Betraying any attempt to appear alright.
„Why are you crying? What happened?“ And there he was, his boyfriend, immediately knowing that something was up. Especially when Jens stood turned with his back towards the younger boy.
„Oh, hi. Nothing.“ Jens told him, while he quickly brushed of tears from his cheeks and chin. He didn’t lie. „It’s dumb.“
„It’s not dumb, if it made you cry.“
The voice behind him spoke with worry and fear, that Jens couldn’t ignore him longer. He turned around to notice Lucas looking straight at him. It really wasn’t bad. Nothing major had happened that would warrent his crestfallen state. He simply had gotten caught up in the emotion.
„No, it actually is. I just finished listening to Taylor Swifts latest album. Like five minutes ago.“ Jens explained with a faint smirk, that didn’t raised high enough to help him over the faintest tears gathering back in the corner of his eyes. Fuck feelings, he thought. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.
„Okay, maybe you were right there a little.“ Lucas huffed a laugh, his face smoothing out into relief. Right before his eyes gleamed in jest. „You were actually crying to Taylor Swift?“
„Fuck off, dude.“
„No! You are adorable.“ Lucas cooed, „Come into my arms, I’ll comfort you.“
„I hate you so much.“ He tried to push the younger boy off of him, who rushed to tightly cling to his middle instead. There was such force in the way Lucas had thrown himself into Jens’s body, that it almost had swept both of them off of their feet.
Lucas cracked a loud giggle first, before Jens himself began to laugh too.
He wasn’t able to tell who started it, but as they swayed from one foot to the other it calmed them both into a comfortable state of ease. Jens hold the younger boy tightly, grateful to have him back, after he had thought to have lost him.
„I don’t even know why. But the last song. That did it. I was reminded of the last couple month, of my mom and you and I don’t know. It just fitted so well, you know? I couldn’t help it.“
Jens kissed the mop of brown curled hair, burying his face in it to hide away from the world for a moment until he could regain his composure.
„See, that’s not dumb.“ Lucas replied, while his fingers knead the older boy’s back gently.
„Well you’ve listened to it probably on loop and know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re definitely a big Swiftie, right?“
„Glad you still find some time to be an asshole while crying in my arms.“ Lucas said with a dramatic sigh, as he untangled himself from the older boy to get away. Jens realised it too late. His fingers scraped only the sweater that Lucas wore.
„No wait! Come back. We can stan together. Also Bon Iver.“ He proclaimed loudly, while Lucas laughed and left him behin d by the kitchen counter. „Rude.“
„I’m going to get my phone and then we can listen to some of your rap stuff while cooking. Or something.“ The younger boy’s voice echoed from the entrance hall for the moment to find his jacket and the right pocket. „Where is Lotte?“
„Eh upstairs. Hopefully doing her Dutch homework, but very probably playing on her Switch. Runs in the family, I guess.“ Jens said and shrugged his shoulders. He still felt incredibly uncomfortable being strict with his little sister. He didn’t wanted her to hate him, but he knew that he couldn’t let her get away with everything. Why was this so complicated?
It left him absolutely awed by the consideration that his mom had managed that with three children.
„I see.“ Lucas replied, half in thoughts as he unlocked his phone. There was a brief sound from the bluetooth as it got connected to Lucas’s device instead.
For a moment Jens just stood and watched. Exactly a week had passed without the younger boy occupying the space that he had somehow claimed in this house. All of it within only a couple of month.
Lucas’s gaze was stuck to his phone in hand. He blindly walked through the room, familiar with it’s interior. Oblivious to the fact how perfectly he fitted in his surroundings. A missing piece, that finally returned. And he didn’t even seemed to notice. But Jens did.
And though it was a scary thought, it also brought some form of peace to his mind.
That was until the first note had hit and Lucas immediately looked up at him with a shit-eating grin, as he joined in to sing the first couple of lines. Jens knew he had listened to this more times, than he would like to admit.
„I'm a working, bitch
Ain't got no time for dick
You wish you could sway my attention“
Jens snorted loud and overjoyed, while he shook his head. No matter how heavy his heart had felt and how much he had tried to catch his breath again, now that Lucas had arrived, suddenly it hadn’t weighed as much any more.
The younger boy went to get himself a knife and a cutting board, before he stole the peeled carrots from Jens’s forgotten preparations on the counter. Jens didn’t even had to ask, when Lucas already began to help get their dinner ready.
He shifted a little over towards his boyfriend, til their elbows would brush every so often, as they sang along and laughed. And perhaps even found themselves dancing at one point, when they had nothing else to do but wait for the water on the stove to boil.
__ __ __ tagged: @odi-et-amo85, @tayspots
note: I really hope that the change comes through of him opening up more and more? idk. i hope.
also evermore came out to late for me to use it, but for a moment i thought about using that song to title week 10/11 instead. it just fits so well
