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“Stop moving and let me braid your hair,” Damen says, a tiny bit annoyed.
He has been trying to do Laurent’s hair in a French braid for ten minutes now, but Laurent keeps squirming while on his lap. Laurent. On Damen’s lap. Unhinged, comfortable, and highly impractical, but he stays like it’s normal for him to sit there.
Then, Laurent complains to Damen how he’s doing a bad job, and Damen takes the bait, gets annoyed more, and really messes up Laurent’s hair.
But it isn’t Damen’s fault at all, Laurent is the one squirming too much.
And, again, the fact that Laurent is on his lap in the first place doesn't really help. At all.
“Dameeen you’ve braided my hair a million times before,” Laurent complains. The audacity.
Yes, Damen has braided Laurent’s hair before, even better at it than Laurent ever was, despite the way Damen kept his own hair an undercut above his ears. He is an expert at it, two younger twin sisters and all.
Laurent and Damen have been friends all their lives, living side by side, and being the same age. They were introduced by Auguste, the one who was first friends with Damen because of their similar interest in sports. They weren’t close then. Laurent kept to himself and his books while Damen and Auguste played loudly.
Things changed when Auguste went to summer camp while Damen stayed at home due to a leg injury. And somehow, that summer –probably because Laurent visited a bedridden Damen everyday never explaining why, but Damen glad for the company never questioning– they got to know each other. Damen found that he liked Laurent’s sharp tongue, humor, and sweetness hidden under a cold and shy demeanor, while Laurent fell for Damen’s charms and hair braiding abilities.
Ever since then, Damen is Laurent’s official hairstylist, at his beck and call no matter what time, day, or place. Still, Damen never had to braid Laurent's hair in these conditions.
“You literally braided my hair yesterday, what is wrong now?” Laurent complains once more, head shaking while talking.
“Never had to braid your hair with you being all squirmy and on my lap—stop moving—” Damen says, trying super hard not to pull Laurent’s hair out for being like this.
Damen’s barely at the half of the left side. He had another half to to deal with. They had to leave for the football game in twenty minutes. He can't take this anymore.
“That never stopped you before,” Laurent says casually, unaware –or pretending to be– of whatever Damen is going through.
“You never sat on my lap before.”
“But it’s very comfortable here.”
“For you,” Damen scoffs.
The truth is Damen is actually okay with this arrangement. God, he revels in it. He’ll burn every chair in this world just so Laurent can continue to choose to sit on him. He’ll be grateful for Laurent’s warm thighs to be on his every time, especially in that damn blue and gold cheerleader uniform. Truly, he’s going crazy here.
But because of Laurent’s position and the way he squirms, he hits something Damen would rather want to be left alone.
Something that doesn’t know Damen has never told Laurent that when he’s with him, his heart performs crazier backflips than Laurent can do. Now Laurent is sitting on Damen’s lap, dangerously close to his something that also performs crazy backflips when brushed by a gorgeous blonde in a cheerleader uniform. Damen doesn’t have enough power to stop this something on him from confessing to Laurent.
“I’m not that heavy though,” Laurent says, moving again and accidentally hitting Damen’s cock. Damen, in shock, also accidentally pulls Laurent’s hair a little too hard.
“God, sorry,” Damen immediately apologizes and angles his cock –the fucking growing traitor cock that doesn’t listen to Damen’s pleas– away from Laurent and try to not mess up the half he’s almost finished with.
“You pulled my hair!” Laurent accuses.
“You wouldn’t stop moving!”
“Okay and? That doesn’t mean you just rip my scalp off.”
“It was an accident,” Damen reasons and keeps a semi-hard grip on Laurent’s hair because his head moves too much when he gets argumentative.
“It didn’t feel like an accident,” Laurent mumbles, settling on Damen’s lap, but his new position made him feel something. Damen gulps. “Oh my god.”
“Please don’t—”
“Are you getting hard?” Laurent suddenly asks, not really mad, Damen thinks, but he can’t see his face enough to decipher his tone.
“No…” Damen lies, subtly moves away, and purposefully ignores how Laurent grows silent.
Please, he just wants to finish braiding Laurent’s hair.
Laurent, because he is Laurent, bitchy and mean and will do anything to make Damen’s life harder, in more ways than one, grinds backwards. He grinds to what Damen is trying his hardest to hide for the sake of this goddamn friendship and his forever crush on this blonde fiend.
“Liar. You are hard,” Laurent, choosing to ignore the shift of Damen’s moods, actually reaches for Damen’s erection to feel it.
Damen, embarrassed that he can’t just let go of Laurent’s hair and push him off, because he doesn’t want to lose all his hard work, shifts and pulls Laurent’s hair again, less an accident this time.
“Laurent!” Damen pleads.
“Oh, hair pulling… kinky,” Laurent says, still trying to reach behind him.
Damen honestly doesn’t know what the fuck is happening or what Laurent is feeling. Sure, Laurent and him are close enough to tease each other like this all the time, but it never escalates into this. Mostly because this kind of situation would result in Damen’s death by the hands of Auguste, but that’s another can of worms to open at a different time.
Right now, he just doesn’t want his erection to keep screaming “Laurent I’ve liked you since we were thirteen and I was injured and you showed up to my house with a gift basket and a balloon that you wrote on with the words ‘That’s what you get for being a brute. Get well.’”
“Please shut up and stop,” Damen sighs out, still shifting away and miraculously finally finishing the left side. He tries to ignore whatever Laurent is doing, not reading too much into it because teasing is normal for them.
Laurent is only teasing. Damen knows that. He wishes his cock does too.
“Why are you hard anyway? Is it because I’m on your lap?”
Damen ignores him as he takes the scrunchie looped on his right wrist. At least Laurent stopped squirming. Damen can finally focus.
“But I’ve been on your lap before,” Laurent continues because he can.
“No you haven’t.”
“It’s the cheerleader uniform, isn’t it?”
Partly, but Damen will never admit that.
“No it’s not, why would you even—”
“It’s always like that, isn’t it? You think you know a guy—”
“What are you—”
“But then he also has a cheerleader uniform kink and—”
“Laurent, shut up. It’s not that and you know it.”
“Okay? Tell that to your cock, I guess.”
“It’s not the uniform.”
Why the hell is tying this fucking scrunchie taking Damen ages?
“Hm. Maybe not just it.”
“Laurent.”
“Well, why else would your cock grow hard like that? It’s okay, no one’s judging. It’s a known fact that I’m pretty hot, cheerleaders are hot, put it all together—”
“It’s because I like you!”
Damen shakily continues to tie the scrunchie. The stupid rubber and cloth are the only sounds in the room.
“No…” Laurent denies, voice turning into a whisper.
Damen, finally done with tying the scrunchie, lets go of it and stops touching Laurent altogether. Laurent is still on his lap, stiff and quiet.
Well fuck. Damen just wanted Laurent to stop talking. He really dug himself a big hole, didn’t he?
“Laurent I—”
“Are you lying?” Laurent asks. Damen almost misses it because of how delicate it sounds. “Because if you are, I’m calling Auguste right now to make him punch you.” It doesn’t sound like a threat because of how silent it’s whispered. He still doesn’t face Damen.
Damen braces himself. Even if this could potentially strain their friendship, he could never lie to Laurent.
“I’m not, Laurent.” Goodbye, cruel world, Damen thinks. “Weird way of confessing, but my cock grew hard because I’ve always liked you since we were thirteen, and you’re on my lap, and you’re wearing that damn uniform, and you’re hot, and you’re cute, and you’re funny, and you’re so smart, and you make me so fucking happy, and—”
Before Damen could finish his word vomit, Laurent stands up from his lap and turns around to face him. Damen briefly sees the warm flush spreading across Laurent’s face before he closes the gap and kisses him. It’s awkward, longer than a peck, but the shock in Damen has him unable to move. His heart is performing somersaults.
Laurent pulls back, eyes closed, and adorable innocence and happiness all over his face.
“God— thank god you finally confessed. I was waiting all my life, you idiot.” It isn’t what Damen expected him to say.
“Are you serious? Because if you haven’t heard, I liked you since you visited me everyday at my house when I couldn’t walk for a month.”
Laurent, with only the half side of his hair braided, is back on Damen’s lap now, facing him. This is much more welcomed and much more preferred.
He flicks Damen’s forehead. “You’re so dense, why do you think I visited you in the first place?”
“Because I’m Auguste’s friend? And your neighbor? And you’re the reason my leg got injured?”
“You got injured because you’re a dumbass.”
“A dumbass you like, though.” Damen finds himself putting his hands on Laurent’s waist. They fit.
“I still question myself everyday,” Laurent feigns devastation which just makes Damen’s smile grow.
This time, Damen is helplessly leaning in. “Can I kiss you?”
“I guess you can,” Laurent says, like it’s an inconvenience. “You have been hard since—”
“Oh my god.” Damen interrupts him with a kiss. The kiss Laurent deserves, one that Damen has wanted to give him since the second summer Damen ditched camp with Auguste, so he can hang out with Laurent instead.
There’s a dumb smile on both their faces when they pull away.
“Oh no… is that how you spread your dumbassery? By kissing us dumb?”
Damen chuckles and kisses Laurent stupid again. At least now Laurent knows how he makes Damen feel every single day. Happy stupid.
Laurent’s hands find their way into Damen’s hair. He grips it tightly.
“Oh, so you’re the one with the hair pulling kink?” Damen teases.
“Just shut up and keep kissing me,” Laurent says, not gentle at all when as he pulls Damen back in.
They pull apart after a while, both their lips swollen, faces sporting unmatched happiness.
“Should we go to second base now? Since we know we like each other?” Laurent says as revenge for Damen’s hair pulling comment, because he’s still Laurent after all. “Oh wait, I already touched your cock so that’s checked off. Homerun, then?”
“Laurent, please shut up,” Damen groans. Maybe Damen needs to kiss him stupid more.
“Is that how you treat your future boyfriend?”
Damen is so embarrassed but happy, helplessly leaning in once more to kiss him, then hiding his face at the crook of Laurent’s neck.
“You’re such a bitch, you know that?”
Laurent laughs and hugs Damen.
“Yeah but you like bitches, don’t you?” Damen can hear it too, the happiness in his tone, can see the sudden ease in both their actions, and can feel that somehow their relationship would have always led here.
Damen helplessly kisses Laurent’s shoulder.
“Only you.”
Damen pulls away to face Laurent. He’s satisfied when he sees the flush on Laurent’s cheeks and the wide smile that colors it.
“Damen…” Laurent says, biting his lip while leaning into Damen’s ear.
Damen unconsciously licks his own lips. “Yeah?”
“You still need to finish braiding my hair.”