JENS
Jens had purposefully taken the long way to the park from the party, so he could spend more time with Lucas, and that feeling Lucas gave him. That zipping, electric feeling, like he could ride off into the night, into space, with nothing holding him back.
He had taken the long way to the park, but the quickest way he knew back to the apartment building. Lucas didn't need to know that.
Jens slowed the bike to a stop and after he and Lucas got off, he chained the bike up and led Lucas through the sliding doors, passing the elevator and heading up the stairs.
"You don't take the elevator?" he heard Lucas say behind him.
"Unless I'm carrying a lot of stuff."
"Hm."
Jens went to unlock his door, Lucas coming out of the stairwell, watching him.
"Your mom's not home?"
Jens shook his head absentmindedly, wiggling the key around in the lock like he always had to, and said, "No, she's with some friends."
"Your sister?"
"Same."
The door finally unlocked and Jens swung it open, moving to the side and making a dramatic gesture for Lucas to enter before him. Lucas curtseyed, squeezing past Jens into the apartment, looking around. Jens smiled to himself, going in after him.
"You wanna smoke?" Jens asked, shutting the door behind him. Lucas looked away from the photos he was looking at in the wall, away from baby Jens, and said, "Of course." Jens looked from the photo of himself on the wall to Lucas, grimacing, embarrassed, before turning to head down the hall.
"Cutie," he heard Lucas say behind him, and he turned back to make a face at him.
Jens pushed his door open, quickly kicking some clothes on the floor out of the way before Lucas entered, and then walked over to his desk, sliding open the drawer and pulling out weed, a grinder, and some rolling papers.
Lucas watched him, and then did a turn, looking around his room, at all the posters Jens never looked at anymore, at the small pile of clothes next to his closet. He saw the little bear he had given Jens for Christmas on top of his dresser, and couldn't help but smile at how carefully the bear was placed, sitting against a picture frame (a picture of Jens and a girl that Lucas assumed was his sister).
"Lots of women in this room," Lucas said, looking at a poster of a woman he recognized from Pulp Fiction. He looked at Jens, who had sat at his desk, pulling out a rolling paper and filling it with weed. Jens glanced up at him and then over at the poster.
"Yeah, I should get a guy in here somewhere, right?" he asked as he twisted the paper back and forth, weed falling out of the paper onto his desk.
"Hm."
Jens looked up at Lucas, who sat on his bed, with a snarky smile.
"Young Leonardo di Caprio, maybe?"
Lucas looked at him, saying "Definitely," and then watched as Jens licked the edge of the paper. Jens glanced at him as he did it, the corners of his mouth moving up into a small smile. Lucas looked away.
Jens got up, putting the filter end of the joint in his mouth, holding a yellow lighter, and moved toward his bed.
"Maybe I should just take all these down and put up a poster of you."
"What picture?"
"That one on your Instagram, with your eyes closed. Smiling." Jens lifted his hands and lit the joint, looking down at it and then back up, inhaling. Lucas closed his eyes and gave him a bright smile, imitating the post he was referring to.
"That's the one." Jens smiled, letting the smoke waft out of his mouth in a thick cloud.
Lucas got up on his knees, leaning across the bed to kiss Jens through the smoke, hearing Jens gasp lightly. Jens pressed the palm of his free hand to Lucas's face, tilting his head back, and opened his mouth under Lucas's.
Lucas smiled against his lips, his eyes closed, and his hands against Jens's neck. He pulled away slowly, sliding his hands off his neck, and lowering himself so he was sitting across from Jens, and looks at Jens's face, which was soft, almost spacey.
Jens exhaled the rest of the smoke through a lazy smile, his eyes half-closed, and raised the joint back up to his mouth. He left it in his mouth for a second and turned to lay on his back adjusting a pillow so it was under his head. Lucas copied him, laying so he was facing him, looking at his profile as Jens blew smoke to the ceiling.
"Did you have fun at the party?" he asked.
Jens turned his head and passed the joint to him.
"It was alright."
He shifted his whole body, tucking his hands under his chin as Lucas inhaled, his eyes on Lucas's mouth, watching his lips. Lucas smiled around the joint, noticing.
"Kinda loud," Jens added, watching as Lucas pushed himself up slightly, holding his hand at an angle so the burning end of the joint didn't touch the bed, and moved so he was leaning over Jens.
Jens opened his mouth instinctively, breathing in as Lucas exhaled the smoke over him slowly. They kissed again, Jens placing his hands on Lucas's face, pulling him closer and blowing the smoke out his nose. Lucas pulled back slightly, blew out the rest of the smoke, and then leaned back in, kissing him harder than before, placing a hand on Jens's neck, over his throat.
Both their heads tilted and Lucas pulled Jens's bottom lip into his mouth, Jens letting out a short, quiet moan. Lucas kissed him again and then pulled back, placing the blunt in Jens's mouth, noticing his cheeks were pink. He laid back down next to him, looking up at the ceiling.
Jens huffed and took a drag.
"I don't like you," he said teasingly, narrowing his eyes at Lucas as Lucas turned his head.
Lucas smiled and looked back at the ceiling.
"I know."
Jens watched him as he took another drag, his eyes darting from the slope of his nose to the spots on his cheek.
"You're pretty."
Lucas laughed quietly and turned his whole body to look at him.
"You've said."
"Like... really pretty." Jens held the joint out for Lucas and Lucas took it, looking into Jens's eyes and smiling softly.
"No, you."
Jens watched Lucas inhale, and then took the joint from Lucas's lips before he blew the smoke out, pressing his lips to Lucas's, reaching behind him and dropping the joint in the small plate (not an ashtray, he didn't want his sister to see an ashtray in his room) on his bedside table. Lucas wrapped his arms around Jens's neck, pulling him closer, and exhaled the smoke into Jens's mouth.
After dropping the joint, Jens placed his hand on Lucas's waist, gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt, and pressed his body against Lucas's. Jens pulled back for a second, breathing out away from Lucas's face, and Lucas pushed himself against Jens, rolling on top of him, kissing him harder.
Jens felt Lucas slide his hands from his neck to his hair, tugging gently as he pulled back to tilt the angle of his head, and then pressed another kiss to Jens's mouth. Jens smiled into the kiss, sliding his hands down to hold Lucas's legs, and he could feel Lucas smile back. Lucas pulled his mouth away, pressing his forehead to Jens's, and stayed there with his eyes closed.
Jens rubbed his hands up Lucas's thighs, smoothing the soft fabric of his sweatpants, and sighed.
"Good?" Lucas asked quietly.
"Yeah."
Jens kissed him again softly and Lucas rolled off him, lying across from him, keeping his hands against his face. He moved his thumb back and forth over Jens's cheekbone and Jens closed his eyes.
LUCAS
Jens closed his eyes and Lucas wondered if he would fall asleep like that, his hands on Lucas's hips, Lucas's fingers against the softness of his face.
Lucas leaned forward, kissing Jens one more time, and Jens kissed back sleepily, moving his head forward. Lucas put his forehead against Jens's, closing his own eyes and brushed his thumb down Jens's cheek and jaw, slipping across the skin to gently brush against his lips. Jens smiled against his finger.
It seemed like they never stopped smiling around each other. Their breathing synced as they both fell asleep, the smoking blunt forgotten beside them.