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Lou says goodbye to the interviewer and closes his laptop, taking a deep breath. He looks up through his eyelashes and raises his eyebrow.
“What?”
Oliver bites his lip, clearly not trying to hide the shit-eating grin adorning his face. He’s sitting on the couch’s arm rest, arms and legs crossed as he looks into Lou’s eyes with an intensity that reminds him of a lion stalking his prey. He stands up and starts walking with the same swagger he’s used dozens of times at this point, and once he reaches him he sits on Lou’s lap, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck.
“The love of your life, huh?”
Lou rolls his eyes at the smugness in his tone, “You know I meant Buck and Tommy.”
“Sure you did.”
This guy is going to kill me, he thinks, “Shut up,” he says instead, his hands holding onto Oliver’s waist and hips tight.
Oliver chuckles and gives him a short kiss, nuzzles his nose on Lou’s cheek, “I didn’t say anything bad about it, Louie,” he leans his head back, the blues meeting as his eyebrow rises in that annoying way Lou still can’t believe works on him “Or did I?”
Lou scoffs, even though he already feels his body betraying him as a smile breaks through his face and the heat starts to spread across it, “You little shit.”
He could be embarrassed about the way his face simply refuses to remain neutral around Oliver Stark, if it weren’t because the guy is equally (if not more) affected by him. Oliver’s cheeks and ears are flushed so red it makes him want to bite him. He noticed the color increased in intensity whenever he looked at Oliver during the interview, while the guy sat on the couch with his phone in hand as he scrolled away.
Lou is not going to lie and say knowing he had that effect on Oliver didn’t make him feel giddy inside, and he’s also not going to pretend he doesn’t want to see the man turn into a mess because of him.
So he hides his face in the crook of the guy’s neck, nibbling the skin and causing Oliver to giggle hard, feeling his fingers clutch at his hair as a warning. He stops and just inhales, taking in the aftershave Oliver had freshly applied from the shower they took pre interview. Lou sighs, and braces himself for whatever reaction Oliver will have, “I say this because I know you’ll give me shit for it anyways so, at least you’ll know. I… I do feel that way, Oli.” He closes his eyes and waits.
The silence is too long and it makes Lou frown. He leans back and looks at the guy, surprised by how wide his eyes look, “Oli?”
That seems to take Oliver from whatever trance he’s in, and he starts babbling as he looks at Lou, his pupils wide enough that they hide the blue.
Did I finally break him? Lou thinks.
Oliver’s breath hitches and he starts to smile so wide Lou thinks it must hurt, “You… You’re serious?”
Lou nods, a little confused by his reaction. He honestly thought Oliver would tell him to fuck off.
“Fuck you,” well, there it is.
He chuckles and tries to duck his head, but he’s stopped by Oliver whose grip forces him to look up at the guy. He honestly looks like he’s glowing, it makes Lou want to grab his sketchbook and transfer that sight onto paper.
“I… I feel it too.”
That makes Lou straighten up, which shifts Oliver’s body and plasters him to his chest.
“For real?”
“For fuck’s sake, Lou.” he moves his hands and grabs Lou’s face, stroking his cheekbones. “Yeah, I do.”
Now it’s Lou’s turn to glow. He smiles widely and before he knows it, he’s crashing his lips onto Oliver’s, kissing him like his life depends on it. And it might as well be, given the way his heart feels like it’s going to come out of his chest.
When they separate, because their stupid lungs need stupid air to breath, the only sound in the room is the one of their panting.
They smile again, eyes sparkling as they trace every detail of their faces into their memories. Oliver thumbs the lines on the corners of Lou’s eyes; and Lou’s hands get under Oliver’s shirt, shaping circles on the skin.
“I love you, Louie.”
“I love you too, Oli.”