Pest Control ✔

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A/N; MUSIC FOR THE FEELS part 4?? 

【A L V I N】

I knew I shouldn't have confessed. Why was it that every time I did so much as to breathe I ended up fucking everything over? 

I spent the next few minutes pacing back and forth around my living room with my head in my hands and my mind even more of a mess than it had initially been. I was so fucked. I'd probably just ruined my chance at what could have been an amazing friendship. I'd probably just ruined my chance at managing to keep someone like Lucien by my side. 

What if he didn't want anything to do with me anymore? What if him and I never spoke to each other again?

And I was pulled out of my thoughts at the snap of a finger when there was a knock at the door. With my heart, mind and entire being a mess, my feet dragged me over to the door which I pulled open after a moment of hesitation - and when my eyes met his, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

"What are y-" I began, but he interrupted me right away by stepping inside, shutting the door behind him, cupping my face and pressing his lips against mine. It all happened so fast that I couldn't help but stay frozen for a minute or two before finally registering the situation. Nevertheless, I was still confused as fuck - and even with my heart at the brink of being sent into cardiac arrest, I pulled away with a confused expression on my face. 

"What was that for?" I questioned, stumbling back a few steps and nearly tripping over my own feet whilst doing so. 

"Alvin," he began, shaking his head at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "What do you think that was for?"

"I.. don't know?" I admitted in a quiet voice. "Are you trying to figure out if you feel the same way or not?"

"Oh Lord," he began with a sigh before tilting his head at me. "Did I not make myself clear enough, Alvin?"

"What do you mean?" I questioned stupidly, blinking up at him a few times in a state of absolute confusion. 

"You're so dense," he said with a chuckle before reaching over and flicking my forehead. "You dumbass."

"Wait, what's this about?" I inquired, still not catching up to what he was trying to say. "Wait. No, hold on, fuck. It makes sense now."

"Uh-huh, go on Sherlock," he encouraged with a fond expression on his face.

"You like me too?" I questioned in a quiet voice, looking up at him with curious eyes. 

"Huh, you're not as dumb as I thought," he said with a laugh before pulling me closer by my waist. "Come here, you."

And following that, no words were exchanged, he simply leaned back in and captured my lips in his once again. I let my hands travel over to his hair and felt him smile into the kiss as my fingers entangled themselves into his locks. He had one of his arms wrapped securely around my waist and the other on my cheek with his thumb stroking my cheekbone in a comforting manner. 

This was what heaven truly felt like. This was what it felt like to be on cloud nine. This was what it felt like to feel wanted - to feel needed. To not be lost anymore. 

The room was entirely silent except for the sound of our hearts pounding in both our chests - and he would momentarily break the kiss just to let out a sigh of relief. It was almost as if he were saying finally without actually saying it at all - and I felt just the same way. 

"I'm so fucking happy I met you," he said once the both of us had pulled away for some air. He placed both his hands onto my cheeks and made me face him as he repeated once again. "So fucking happy."

"You're making me shy, shut up," I complained, unable to hold back the smile that made its way onto my face. "Why would you hang up on me like that? I thought you were disturbed or disgusted or something like that."

"Both the times we kissed before this, I was the one who made the first move," he said, rolling his eyes at my stupidity. "And even that led you to believing that I didn't feel the same way about you?"

"You can't really blame me," I said with a shrug. "I guess it's just.. I didn't think I'd end up falling so hard for my neighbour, holy shit."

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" he questioned, tilting his head at me. "You know what they say in the bible, right?"

"Oh don't even fucking say it," I said with a laugh. "That's so cheesy, Lucien. Don't you dare-"

"And what if I do, huh? What if I do say it?" he challenged, poking my nose with his finger. "Love thy neighbour-"

"Lucien, don't," I chuckled, my cheeks beginning to hurt from how wide I was smiling. 

"As thyself," he completed with a cheeky grin before wrapping his arms around me once more and enveloping me into a tight hug. "Holy shit, you're adorable. How did I get so lucky?"

"I'm the lucky one here, excuse you," I corrected with a scoff before letting out a huge sigh of relief. 

God, this felt so good. Being in his arms. Feeling wanted after so long. 

"I'm so glad I met you," he said for the hundredth time that month. 

"How many more times are you going to say that?" I chuckled, shaking my head at him. "I'm so glad I met you too, stupid."

"I'll say it till it stops being true," he admitted. "So I'm never going to stop."

"That was so cheesy, I hate you," I said with an embarrassed laugh. "Fuck, I'm literally the luckiest man alive right now."

He opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly, a loud knock on the door interrupted the both of us.

Lucien and I immediately tore apart from each other once we'd heard the knock and before I could even open the door, there came a yell;

"Pest control!"