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The gentle pattering of rain against the window was definitely more appreciated now that Kris wasn’t alone. It was mixed with the soft hum of Loch’s playlist, causing a cadence of comfort through the space.
Kris and Loch sat side by side on the bed, each working on a different task.
Kris was on the last paragraph of his essay, absently chewing the inside of his lip as he typed. The words flowed out of him easier now, the process much faster with Lochlann’s presence.
Loch was drawing out some concept sketches for his next, non-school related project. He always worked better with Kris nearby or as inspiration, at least that’s what he’d told Kris, and Kris was inclined to believe him.
They sat in silence, at least until Kris let out a relieved sigh, and turned to smile over at his lover.
“Finished. At last.” He said, shifting to rest his head on Loch’s shoulder as he closed the laptop.
Loch set the clipboard he'd been drawing on aside, a smile of his own growing on his bearded face. “Good boy.” He set his hand on Kris’ thigh, his thumb rubbing at it through the fabric of Kris’ pajama pants as he leaned to press a kiss to his forehead.
Kris’ face went warm, and he hummed, pressing his head into the kiss. “Careful, you could accidentally start something.” He teased, reaching over to place his hand over Loch’s
“Who says it’s accidental, Boyo?”
Loch’s tone sent a shiver down Kris’ spine, and he fought back an affectionate smile. “Asshole.” He said instead, although some of the said affection slipped into his words.
Loch chuckled softly, and moved his hand to intertwine it with Kris’. “You love it.”
Kris rolled his eyes but didn’t dispute that.
“Nah, I’ll play with you later, if you’re good, of course.” Loch’s grin was evident as a new song came on. He hummed before continuing. “For now, I have another idea.”
Kris smiled. “What might that be?”
“Well, I never did show you how to dance.”
Kris pulled back to look into Loch’s face, confusion evident. “Dance? Now?”
“Why the hell not?” Loch asked, his tone playful as he shifted to stand up.
Kris glanced around the tiny dorm room. “There’s barely any space in here.”
“Excuses.” Loch retorted, smiling as he held out a hand.
Kris huffed, but took his hand, letting Loch pull him off the bed. “Where else could we? It’s raining.”
“We don’t need space to dance, Kris” Lochlann crooned, causing Kris to blush by the way he said his name.
It was as soft and affectionate as being called “baby” or “darling” and Kris adored him when he talked like that. Well, he always adored his boyfriend, but still.
“Alright.” Kris conceded, smiling up at the man in front of him. “How do we do this?”
“Just follow my lead.” Loch’s warm, paint covered hands guided him to hold onto his shoulders before coming down to hold Kris’ waist. The touches were gentle, causing Kris to melt into him.
Together they swayed, holding each other as the music continued to play.
Loch smelled the same as he always did. That spiced, rich cologne filled Kris’ nose as he buried it into the crook of Lochlann’s neck.
He loved it.
He loved him.
And he said so, looking up into those grey-green eyes.
The soft press of lips against his was intoxicating in a way that made it hard for Kris to remember the state of stress he’d been feeling earlier.
Everything was going to be alright, now, and forever.