People Involved: Preston, Vik, Lachlan, Rob
Ships: Poofless, not-so-lowkey Vikklan
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Idea: Someone keeps leaving notes in Preston's locker, and they aren't exactly your typical love notes. Rather, these snippets from a secret admirer compare everything to chocolate. And Preston decides he has to know who this sweet tooth is.
Extra Notes: Poofless fluff was requested by @DaEevee over a month ago. I am soo sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless.
Format from here on: Normal is the story. Bold is a little after-story bonus.
"Preston-
Your hair looks delicious, a smooth milk chocolate drizzled upon your head. How I wish I could see for myself if it's even real; you look like the world's most perfect chocolate mold."
The first time Preston received a note, it was very confusing. It had no signature, and the words made no sense. His hair looked delicious? And why chocolate? Preston could make little sense of the note, but appreciated it anyway. The person was obviously trying to compliment the brunet, and Preston enjoyed it. The note was carefully placed into his backpack, and he didn't think tpp much of it. That was, until he received another one.
"Preston-
Your smile is the purest white chocolate. Your lips are made of the same, only tinted with enough red to make them a plump pink. Oh, what I would give to simply taste the chocolate for myself."
This time, Preston brought the notes to Vik. The shorter boy was his best friend, and he was much better with the whole love thing. Vik had even managed to get himself a boyfriend, one of the heartthrobs of the school, no less. So, Preston hoped that Vik could help him with the situation at hand. However, Vik wasn't immediately of much help. The shorter boy spent the first few minutes after reading the letters cooing over them.
"Oh, they're so cute!" The final words of Vik's rant brought peace to Preston. He was glad the large scene was over, even if no one was around to see it. Vik's boyfriend, named Lachlan, was sat to the side smiling the whole time. Once Vik had relaxed, he had very little advice to give. What he did tell Preston, eventually, was not exactly an easy task. "Find this boy and love him forever." Preston had two questions about this request: why would he do that and how did he know it was a guy? Vik simply shook his head, and told Preston to trust him. Lachlan spoke up next, offering him a plan to find the secret admirer. The tall blond told him to leave back a note, something just as cutesy as what the boy was leaving him. Preston accepted this offer, spending most of his time that night creating the perfect note. When he felt appeased with his note, he taped it to the outside of his locker early before school.
"You've quite a taste there, haven't you? I couldn't help but notice you really love chocolate, and I wanted to leave you something sweet. I hope this Kiss will do for now, and there will be more if you just ask, eye candy.
-Preston ;)"
That day, Preston received no note in his locker. Instead, his secret admirer found themselves consoling to his two friends in a panic after school.
"Vik! Lachlan! What the hell do I do?" He called out for the pair who had gotten him wrapped up in this mess anyway. They had told him he should just talk to Preston when he first confessed his crush to them, but he could never do that. He was too shy, and too madly infatuated with the brunet beauty to risk scaring him off. Lachlan had decided then that the boy should write letters to Preston, trying to win him over first. Vik thought this was a ridiculous idea, but Lachlan had managed to get his way. While Vik had known Preston longer than Lachlan did, Lachlan had known this boy longer than Vik did. In simpler terms, Lachlan knew this "admirer" the best and he knew that he had a certain way with writing. While yes, it was typically very sweets oriented, Lachlan hoped and prayed that it would turn out fine in the end. Watching as the boy ran into Lachlan's house had proven to him this would all pay off, however.
"Hey Rob, what's got you all worked up?" Lachlan's words came from his couch, the smaller Vik sprawled across the blond's body as they both lay there. Rob rushed over so they could see him, flailing around a note.
"He responded! What do I do? He's asking to talk to me! I don't talk to new people well, you know that Lachlan-" Rob stopped flailing the note, looking at it longingly as he began to set into his panicked rant mode.
"Lachlan, why have you not stopped him yet? I told you stopping his rants was your job." Vik spoke to the tall blond below him, moving his head slightly to look at him.
"-And I really don't wanna mess it up with him so I can't talk to him-" Rob continued to talk, taking no notice of the couple talking. He instead began to pace the couch length back and forth.
"Look babe, I can't be the brains and the brawn of this relationship, you gotta do something." Lachlan's reply earned him a glare from Vik, the smaller boy pushing himself so he hovered over Lachlan's body.
"-But he wants us to talk and I really want to talk to him but I can't talk to him and-" Back and forth he paced unnoticed.
"I'm cute and I control when we cuddle or kiss." Vik's reasoning earned a huff from Lachlan, the taller throwing his head back for show. He finally looked to his great friend of so many years, only now listening to him.
"-Oh god he's just so adorable and I wanna be able to kiss him and hold his hand and maybe even-" Just back and forth.
"Rob!" Lachlan's call of his name stopped his pacing, him turning towards the seemingly exasperated blond. "Look dude, I wasn't nearly this worried about talking to Vik-"
"Yeah, because you definitely weren't freaking out more than me." Rob bit back, sarcasm lacing his voice.
"Whatever, that's irrelevant." Lachlan brushed him off.
"Is it really though because-" Rob began to argue back, but Vik spoke up first.
"What Lachlan was trying to say is don't worry so much Rob. I've talked to Preston plenty enough to know he's a genuine and decent guy. You have nothing to worry about, alright? And if you're really that worried about meeting him, have him come to your family shop. That way you are somewhere comfortable for you." Vik's words stopped the two before they could bicker the day away. Vik swore sometimes that the two had secretly been married once, because they sure fought like it. Nonetheless, Vik's words clicked with Rob and the brunet smiled.
"Thanks Vik! You're genius!"
"Hey, what about me?"
"Oh, almost forgot. Thank you for dating someone smarter than you, Lachlan."
"You're very wel- hey wait a minute!"
"Bye lovebirds! I've got a note to write!" Rob rushed out of the house, now closing the front door he had left open in his flurry of panic. Vik pouted at the retreating figure. When Lachlan asked what was wrong, Vik smacked him before responding.
"I didn't get to read Preston's note!"
"Preston-
I have a rose for you. It was so intricately made, the stem dyed green from the sweetest of white chocolates. The rose is pasted atop it with the sweet sugar mixture they use as glue, molded with the most excellent care. It's made from a dark chocolate, I know, and dyed with enough red to make it look realistic. Perhaps you will stop by my family's candy shop later, yes? Then we shall finally meet."
Preston nearly squealed when he saw the note taped to his locker, along with a rose wrapped carefully in plastic. Preston slowly removed the taped-on objects from the metal, carefully holding the rose in his hands. It was life-sized, the stem stretching the length of his forearm. And it was completely chocolate. Preston suddenly loved himself more for all the exercising he did, meaning he could dare to eat the treat without gaining ten pounds. His smile grew to cover his entire face, and he quickly shifted to twist in his combination. The old hinges creaked, allowing his to throw open the door and carefully place the treat into his locker. He then reread the note, realizing who this boy must be. There was only one boy in the school whose family owned a candy shop. He was actually a close friend of Lachlan's, Preston realized. But the thought went no further than that, and he spent the whole day looking forward to talking to this boy.
Rob, on the other hand, spent the whole day dreading what was to come. He was sure he would manage to scare off the brunet, and he would not listen to any reasoning. However, he could not do much to dip out now. Instead, Rob spent the whole day worrying dreadfully about that afternoon.
When the school day ended, Preston found himself to have the worst of luck. He missed his bus, meaning his mother had to pick him up. And rather than dropping him off at the candy store like he had requested, Preston's mother took him home. Once arriving home, he received a stern scolding from both his parents for missing the bus and -gasp, how dare he let this happen- his high C in Science. He had accidentally flunked the quiz today, too busy worrying about that afternoon. Of course, his parents both decided he needed to study more. And what did that mean?
He was grounded.
Preston lost his phone, his laptop, and his parents turned off the WiFi just in case he tried to pull anything sneaky. Preston cursed the world, having no way of telling that sweet boy who had been so kind to him that he really did want to meet him. Now he would just seem cold-hearted and not interested. Preston had missed out on an amazing oppertunity, and he hated himself for it.
Over at the shop, Rob was losing hope as the hours ticked on. Vik and Lachlan had both spent their afternoons and nights there, awaiting Preston's arrival. It never occurred, however, and he never replied to any texts. The pair felt so bad, seeing as they had encouraged this along. They stayed the night at Rob's house, keeping the sad boy company.
The next morning, when Preston walked into school, he simply wanted to cry. He hadn't slept a wink, all the notes and the rose haunting his mind. He wanted to meet the boy, so bad. Not to mention the fact that last night his mind reminded him that this was Lachlan's friend too, meaning both Lachlan and Vik would probably hate him for hurting the boy. Preston tried his best to swallow down the lump in his throat as he opened his locker. No new note. He missed getting them. He desperately wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, hoping that it would help to keep back any tears. Preston took care of his books, ignoring the small pile of love notes at the bottom of his backpack. He slammed his locker shut when the time came, jumping when he saw Vik. Vik looked confused mostly, but a small bit of hurt was noticeable in his eyes. He looked at Preston, hoping for an answer without asking a question.
"I got grounded last night Vik, and now I've lost my chance." With those words, Preston rushed away to a bathroom. He knew he was crying, but he hoped if he reached them in time no one would really notice. He had reach the pinnacle of his bad luck at that moment, swinging open the bathroom door to find Lachlan talking to another boy. One who was shorter than the blond, and Preston automatically recognized who it was.
His secret admirer.
Preston spun to leave, but Lachlan noticed him first. The blond called his name, anger within his tone. He was right: Lachlan hated him. The short brunet turned to the other pair in the bathroom, keeping his head down to hide the tears pouring down his face as best as he could. His sniffles were heard, however, and Vik burst through the bathroom door behind him.
"Lachy, I think we've made a mistake-"
"We obviously have since Preston wasn't as interested as we thought."
"Nonono, not about that! About why he didn't show! He-"
"Don't make excuses for him Vikky."
"I'm not making excuses Lachlan, I'm-"
"Making excuses!"
"No!"
"Stop it!" Preston's words broke when they tried to escape his throat, but he managed to force them out. His outburst hushed the arguing couple, and gained the other boy's attention as well.
"Look, Rob, I'm so so sorry for not showing up yesterday. I spent all of yesterday looking forward to it, and then I messed up and got myself grounded. I am so fudging sorry, you have no idea how much it crushed me last night not being-" Preston was cut off by a warm hug, immediately melting at the comfort. Preston carefully rested his head on Rob's shoulder, taking in a breath of his scent. Preston nearly cried out in happiness when he realized not only was Rob warm, but he also smelt like chocolate. Preston gave up on his cautious approach, burying his face completely into Rob's shoulder. He wrapped his fists up into the sides of Rob's sweatshirt.
"I can certainly guess how much it crushed you last night, seeing as you're crying. God, if I had thought about the fact that you could be grounded we could've saved ourselves from a little bit of a mess." Rob chuckled after he finished speaking, Preston smiling as well.
"Maybe if I had just spent my Science class taking my test instead of hoping for that afternoon I wouldn't have gotten grounded." Rob looked at the brunet buried in his arms, smiling at the mop of hair.
"Well if we're planning this game, maybe if I had just asked you for a kiss like you told me to, we wouldn't have had to wait until the next afternoon anyway." Preston now removed himself from Rob's shoulder, hands still grasping his hoodie.
"You could always ask for that kiss still, if you'd like."
"I think I'll ask for it now then."
And there the two shared their first kiss, soft and gentle in the school restroom. Vik and Lachlan stood back from the two, Lachlan having to cover Vik's mouth with his own in order to silence his fangirl screams. All was well for those few, short moments of bliss. That was, until the late bell rang for first period. The two couples quickly split apart, looking at their partner panicked.
"Shit."
"Fuck."
"Damn it."
"Fudge."
Rob laughed at Preston's expletive, smiling brightly at the brunet.
"Well, since you're probably going to get grounded again tonight, next time you're a free man do you want to come by the shop? I'd love to show you around." Preston smiled brightly and nodded, kissing Rob's cheek.
"Soon, my chocolatier." With that promise, Preston and Rob were sent rushing off to their first period classes.
"And that, my dears, is why your Papa and I are so obsessed with chocolate, as you claim so frequently." Preston finally stopped speaking, placing the letters back into their box. He was still surprised he managed to keep them so long, allowing only a little fading to occur.
"I think it's really cute Daddy. Do you know the story of how Uncle Lachlan and Uncle Vik got together too?" Preston laughed, patting his seven year old princess's hair. Her long brown hair had been done back into a braid in hopes it would dry curly for tomorrow.
"While I'd love to tell you all the stories I know about your Uncles Lachlan and Vik, I think they might get upset if I tell them. Save that for tomorrow, you can ask them as soon as they get here."
"Daddy! Daddy!" The other small girl chimed, her being only three. Preston moved over to her smaller bed, sitting on the side. He carefully pushed her hair behind her ears as he spoke.
"Yes, baby?"
"Can we heaw the stowy again, please? I not tiyed yet." (Yes, it is meant to be childish. She's only three. Thanks bye.)
"Not tonight lovely, it's time to sleep. Papa will be in soon for his good night kisses, and you know what happens if you're not tucked into bed." Preston's voice got a playful tone to it, causing the older girl to gasp.
"Tickle missiles! Not the tickle missiles!" The youngest squealed beside him, she loved and hated tickle missiles. They made her feel happy, but they also felt weird too.
"Yes, the tickle missiles! Hurry up, get into bed! I hear him coming!" In a flash of blankets flying and giggles of happiness, both girls had haphazardly tucked themselves in right as Rob entered. He gave them both kisses goodnight, fixing their blankets as needed. Then he helped his husband up, leading him and his box up into their bedroom. Rob smiled brightly at the younger boy, causing him to look at him questionably. "What's with that look?"
"Reminiscing on old times. I miss when we had some peace and quiet, but I love the girls too much to regret the choice." Preston smiled, kissing Rob's lips tenderly.
"You wanna know what I miss?"
"What?"
"Making out between classes in the bathroom." Rob smacked his husband's shoulder, the younger laughing. Rob rolled his eyes and took the box carefully placing it back in the closet before turning to his husband.
"You'll get it for that one." Preston squealed lightly as Rob grabbed his hips and began to kiss him passionately, flinging his arms around Rob. The pair fell back onto their bed, and spent the rest of the night enjoying each other's company, if you know what I mean ;).