5 Works by grapeberry
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“You’re late.”
Ivan plops the helmet onto Lovro’s head, clasping it closed and following it up with a flick to his nose. “Fashionably.”
Lovro stares at him blankly, and Ivan sighs.
“C’mon, Lovro, I’m always a little late. It doesn’t mean I love you any less. In fact,” his eyes light up with whatever nonsense he just came up with, “my heart grows fonder for every minute I take to get here. How’s that?”
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Lovro is in a bad mood this week. Or at least he's trying to be. 5 times his attitude gets the better of him, and 1 time Ivan finally figures out what’s wrong.
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"Sorry," Lovro says, and whether he's apologizing for checking him out again or forgetting to take his order, he's not even sure himself. "What would you like?"
"Your name," the guy replies without hesitation, not breaking eye contact.
Lovro's jaw drops open slightly. He sputters. "I—What?"
The guy lifts an eyebrow. "Well, since we're all exchanging names," he tilts his head in the direction of Sonja and Ema, who are now deep in some hushed conversation, half-made drink all but forgotten about on the counter, "what's yours?"
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In which Lovro and Sonja work together at the coffee shop, and they have respective crushes on their customers, Ivan and Ema.
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Dinner is a little outside the city, so they take the Tomos. Lovro spends the ride observing – in an objective manner, thank you very much – the way the muscles in Ivan’s forearms jump as he steers, veins taking shape underneath his skin like little maps. Lovro wants to trace them with his tongue; see where they lead. He’s maybe not so objective, after all.
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In which it's Lovro's birthday, his friends have planned him a dinner, but all he wants is to be alone with his boyfriend.
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They look at each other for a moment, almost in competition for who will let go of their stubbornness first. Then Ivan lets out a breath, something between a laugh and a sigh, as if he still doesn't support what Lovro did, but he's resigned to the fact that he did it.
He reaches out and grabs onto Lovro's arms, wiggling them gently in the air. "How did these bony little things carry all that?"
Lovro feels himself flush at Ivan's teasing. "Shut up," he laughs, embarrassed. He shakes his arms from Ivan's grasp. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."
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In which Lovro decides to help Ivan out by tackling his overflowing basket of laundry. Things then happen on said laundry.
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“The sight of my veiny hands got you all hot and bothered, and then you fell into a trance,” Will is saying, gleeful, and is he teasing him? “Admit it.”
Mike gives up, putting his face into his hands. “Fine, I admit it,” he says, but it comes out muffled against his palms. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Will asks, and he sounds thoroughly puzzled. Mike can’t see him, but he can practically hear the frown in his voice all the same, which is surely accompanied by a furrow in his brow.
Mike peers out from behind his hands, and, yep. “Because?” he says, like it’s obvious. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable? I just told you I’m attracted to you. Isn’t that weird?”
Will smiles, a big, beautiful thing. “God, you're cute.”
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In which Will can play guitar, apparently, and Mike is very normal about his hand veins.