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Alastor turns the key of his dorm room inside the lock and pushes the door open. He walks in and gets greeted by Lucifer squishing him into a tight embrace which makes the taller one smile softly, and the blonde probable did too.
“Hey, welcome back.“ Lucifer releases Alastor and looks at him a bit embarrassed. “The gossiping with the women took longer then I thought.“
“I’m sorry you had to wait.“ Alastor closes the door behind himself and locks it.
“Not your fault! I am simply too impatient.“ They walk further into their room and Lucifer grabs his roommate’s upper arm and turns Alastor so that his gaze is turned to the direction of their kitchen and Lucifer standing in front of him. “How has it been? What did y’all talk about?“
Alastor chuckles. “It’s been extremely entertaining as always. We talked about all kinds of topics. Rosie’s awful boss, Vincent being a pathetic idiot and, uhm.“ Alastor’s face heats up at the memory of the last thing they talked about. He doesn’t even know why he feels so embarrassed about it. He really shouldn’t. And for whatever reason, looking into Lucifer’s beautiful, ocean blue eyes meanwhile doesn’t make it feel any better. “I told them that your sisters visited us and then Rosie mentioned that she thinks I’m ace. That’s it.“ He quickly says and as quickly continues talking. “So, why are you holding me like that and what is that smell?“
Lucifer looks confused at the sudden change in topic but thankfully doesn’t mention it. Instead he chuckles. The carefree and soft laugh he only ever has when they were alone. “I’ve got a surprise for you. You can turn around now.“
And Alastor does a he was told.
He turns around and the smell instantly intensifies in his nose. The smell tickles a to him dear memory awake. Placed onto the table are apple-cinnamon rolls. The same ones as the ones Alastor and Lucifer made as they baked something together for the first time.
Lots of things went wrong in the process and it ended up with flour all over the kitchen, both of them needing a shower and Lucifer getting forbidden to touch anything in the kitchen for a whole month. But the pastries ended up tasting good nonetheless.
Next to the sweet rolls are two cups of coffee, one black and one with cream and sugar.
Neatly folded on their couch is a white, soft blanket with yellow rubber ducks and a few fluffy pillows.
As Alastor has taken it all in, he turns to Lucifer who is watching him attentively. “I am surprised you didn’t set our kitchen on fire. I’m proud of you.“
Lucifer snorts. “Of course that’s the first thing you say. Y’know, you could have just said thank you.“
“Thank you.“ Alastor chuckles. “But seriously, how did you make it work without starting a fire?“
Lucifer sighs. “I called Sera over.“
“Ha, I knew it.“
“But I cleaned up and prepared the rest alone.“ The blonde states proudly. “Come on let’s sit down. I already looked up something for us to watch. I’m sure you’ll like it.“
They sit down next to each other on the couch and Lucifer turned on the television with the remote control. He opened Netflix and clicked onto the plus symbol to then open a movie. The title reads Homicide Squad New Orleans. As Alastor continues reading the informations he notices it’s a true crime documentary.
“You chose that for us to watch?“
“Yes, why? Do you not like it?. We can watch something else if you want. We can-.“
“It’s great. Thanks.“ Alastor cuts Lucifer’s rambling short. “But you usually don’t like watching scary stuff. You always get scared so easy and then you’d hardly watch half of it because you hide your face in my chest.“
The pale skin tone of the blonde’s face changes into a bright shade of red. “I-I’m sorry, does that annoy you? I’ll stop doing that then. I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t-“
“No. It’s no problem, really.“ Alastor reassures. “You can continue doing that if you want.“
“Okay.“
“Okay.“
A moment of awkward silence goes by before Lucifer speaks up again. “Should I tap on start?“
“Yes.“
The shorter one starts the documentary series, moves into a more comfortable position and covers them both with the blanket. And soon, after the intro finished, Lucifer’s face is hidden in Alastor’s chest and his arms are slung around his silhouette, making Alastor’s usual smile turn into a cheeky grin. That weird feeling again starts to spread through his body. Why does it keep happening? Alastor has never felt like this when they were close like that before. But he also hasn’t been close like that to anyone else but Lucifer before they met so that has been new too before it became something that happened regularly. What is that. Why does he feel so nauseous.
His train of thoughts ends as he feels Lucifer lifting himself from his chest. “Hey, are you okay? You’re heartbeat and breath sped up.“
“Yes, I’m fine. Was properly just the adrenaline.“ He replied and turned to Lucifer with raised eyebrows as he processed the blonde’s words. “You can feel my heartbeat when you lay like that?“
The red shade from a few minutes ago returns. “Uhm, yes. It’s crazy how you stay that relaxed while we watch that. The beat is really southing actually. Well, it is when it doesn’t speed like it just did.“
Alastor blinks at the other one. Then he tears away his stare to lean forward and take the cup of black coffee Lucifer prepared for him in one hand and an apple-cinnamon roll for Lucifer in the other one, getting a thanks in return. “How does it taste?“
“Good, do you wanna try?“ He holds the sweet roll out for Alastor to take a bite and so he does.
Alastor bends forward and opens his mouth to take a big bite, almost biting Lucifer’s finger in the process. He leans back to look up at Lucifer staring at him still with the blush on his cheeks. “What is it?“
“Uh, nothing.“ He chuckles awkwardly and changes his position to one with his knees up to his chest. “How does it taste?“
“Delicious, you did good.“
“Thank you.“ Lucifer grins.
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Lucifer spends his whole day after school preparing this surprise. First he calls Sera to help him cook, because he wouldn’t get any positive reaction, which would be very understandable, from Alastor (or literally any sane person) if he sets their kitchen on fire.
Next, he tidies up their dorm, which takes him almost two hours.
And finally, he prepares the couch, that means he places one blanked, yes one (don’t judge him, he’s touch-starved), on the soft cushions, looks up a true-crime documentary from New Orleans, which accidentally happens to be a series so they had to do that more often (again, don’t judge him) and finishes up by placing the apple-cinnamon rolls and coffee on the table.
Now he only has to wait for Alastor to return. No problem.
As he hears the door open after he waited half an hour, he jumps up from the couch and walks over to their entrance to greet Al.
Lucifer asked him about his day, being careful that his roommate doesn’t see the surprise to soon, and might have exaggerated a bit as he says he waited forever.
As Alastor asks why Lucifer holds him like that, the blonde finally tells the other man to turn around and steps to his side to see his reaction.
They sit down together and, after a little conversation, start the series.
Does Lucifer act a bit more scared than he actually is? Maybe. Does it matter? Nope. (Don’t get him wrong, he does easily get scared by horror stuff, but he might actually don’t really be scared enough to jump onto Alastor)
Then Lucifer feels the brunettes heartbeat speed up in his chest and hears Al’s breathing get heavy so he checks on him. As they make a short pause, the taller man gives Lucifer a apple-cinnamon roll. Then, in return, he offers Alastor a bite of the pastry and Al accepts it.
As Alastor takes the bite, he accidentally slides with the tip of his tongue and his teeth over Lucifer’s finger, making a full-body shiver run over him and his shoulders tense. Lucifer’s face heats up and his blood rushes around in his body.
“What is it?“ The blonde hears his roommate ask.
“Uh, nothing.“ Lucifer hurries to reply. He can feel something in his body react and is quick to pull up his knees to his chest in Lucifer’s panic. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why now? Ugh. Stupid Lucifer, stupid! “How does it taste?“ He tries to distract himself. Better to thing of anything but himself.
“Delicious, you did good.“
Oh fuck Alastor for saying that, praise him, out of anything he could have answered right now. Okay, so, maybe the situation is kind of Lucifer’s fault for planning this whole thing to be near Al, BUT, how could he have known that this would happen. Lucifer just felt like he had to do something to apologize to Alastor for those embarrassing questions from his infuriating older sisters yesterday. “Thank you.“ He tries to smile in a way that comes of as normal.
They continue watching the first episode without any other big incidents. The only sound in the room is the one coming from their TV.
Every few minutes one of them, which means mostly Al, comments something like; I know this place, I’ve been there with my mother or Mimsie, they have a few short conversations which sometimes get cut off by a squeak or quiet scream from Lucifer, he then once again plants his face on Alastor’s chest and feels the rumbling of his giggles coming from it.
As Lucifer hears the Television go quiet for a few seconds, he decides to sit up to watch at least a bit of this episode.
Just as he focuses his eyes on the television, there is a sudden loud explosion and Lucifer jumps back, bumping against Alastor’s arm that was in the way, holding Lucifer back from sinking into Al’s chest. The brunette’s arm in which he holds the cup shakes in the air so that the hot liquid spills all-over Alastor’s shirt.
“Fuck!“ Alastor jumps up, hastily puts the cup aside and strips off his shirt, exposing his bare chest.
Lucifer’s heartbeat quickens to a rapid speed at the sight in front of him.
Alastor with his hair messed up, his BARE chest moving up and down in high speed as he tries to catch his breath and, just to emphasize it, his BARE CHEST.
The shorter man’s gaze wanders the other ones chest up and down, trying to burn this image into his brain to safe it there forever. And oh boy would he imagine that, in fact, he would imagine it as good as he could later when he will take care of his growing problem on his body. But first, he had to make sure Alastor was okay.
“Omg, Al, I am so damn sorry. I’m gonna help you clean up. I’m so, so, so, so sorry, Al.“ Lucifer stands up and rushes into the kitchen area to get some towels. As he comes back, Alastor still stands at the exact same spot as he did before, still in shock. Lucifer quickly starts drying his chest, hoping Alastor won’t notice him starring at his chest intensely.
The blonde could feel his problem growing by every second that goes by.
Then, he finishes cleaning his roommate up and steps back. “There you go, all clean again, though you should probably shower it off.“
A beat of silence goes by. “Thanks.“ Alastor clears his throat. “Well, then I’m going to shower now.“ He hurries away, leaving Lucifer alone.
The blonde stands there for a moment and runs his hand over his face, letting out a loud, heartfelt groan.
Then, he quickly walks into his bedroom and locks the door.