Desperate kiss

This time, when Aiden got to Lucian's door, for some reasons, he knocked but there no answer.

Without hesitation , he pushed the door, luckily, it was not locked, he opened but looking inside, the room was empty.

Aiden hesitated before he walked further in. He looked around before his eyes landed on Lucian's desk which was cluttered with books.

Their pages flipped open, ink smudged across the surface. It looked like he had been studying, until he wasn't.

Aiden's fingers brushed over the desk as he lowered himself into the chair, his gaze drifting to the door.

He wished it would open. He wished Lucian would walk in. But the room remained still. "Where has he gone this late?!" Aiden muttered.

He flipped through Lucian's books, randomly without any intention of reading whatever was written or whatever the subject was.

His breath caught when his eyes landed on a certain page...

His name.

Scribbled, over and over, scrawled across the entire page. Some letters were jagged, pressed into the paper so forcefully they had torn through.

Others were softer, almost hesitant, like Lucian had been fighting himself. Anger. Frustration. Desperation- while he was scribbling the name.

Aiden's fingers hovered over the scribbles, his heartbeat hammering in his ears.

He flipped the page. A few lines about chemistry, then his name again. Repeated. As if Lucian had tried to focus, only to drown in whatever he was feeling.

Aiden swallowed hard.

"He must really be angry at himself for having these feelings." he muttered.

His chest ached.

Maybe… maybe he should stop pushing. If Lucian was fighting this much against it, what was the point?

And Aiden knew Lucian too well, if he didn't want something, then he didn't. Period.

Forcing him or being vulnerable infront of him will just hurt himself.

Aiden stood, ready to walk away- to leave this thing between them buried. No need to force whatever will never come to happen.

But the moment he turned, the door creaked open.

Lucian stood there, motionless.

Aiden's heart lurched. The unreadable expression on Lucian's face sent a shiver through him. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tense, but his dark eyes burned with something Aiden couldn't decipher.

Panic gripped him. He tried to speak, but the words tangled in his throat.

Finally, he forced something out. "I… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have entered when I saw you weren't here." He swallowed, then grabbed the nearest book, any excuse to explain why he was in Lucian's room. "We... were discussing about algebra, and Jackson needed the textbook, he said you had one, so he asked me to come ask you for it. But you were not in, so I just decided to pick it, I was planning to tell you when you come back..."

"That's not even a math book."

Lucian's voice was low, steady, but something about it sent a shiver down Aiden's spine.

"Oh. My bad," Aiden murmured. "I'll tell Jackson you don't have it." He moved toward the door, desperate to escape.

His steps heavy, but before he could take another, Lucian's hand caught his wrist, unconsciously, instinctively.

His grip was firm, almost desperate, as if letting go would mean losing something vital.

Aiden froze.

The warmth of Lucian's touch burned into his skin, sending a shiver through him.

His heart pounded, not just from surprise but from the turmoil that swirled between them.

Lucian's fingers tightened slightly before loosening, as if reality had finally caught up to him. And then he let go.

Aiden swallowed hard.

The moment Lucian's touch vanished, it left behind an ache, like something had been torn away too soon.

He took a shaky step forward, ready to walk away, but his feet betrayed him. He stopped.

Then, turning back to Lucian, he faced him head-on. His voice was steady, but his emotions were raw.

"How long are we going to ignore this? How long are you planning to behave like this?"

Silence stretched between them. Lucian's jaw clenched, his breathing uneven, as if he was fighting something deep within himself.

Finally, he spoke. "You don't get it... I cannot feel like this about you."

His voice wasn't angry. It wasn't soft. It was strained, like he was trying to control the chaos inside him.

The fact that he accepted that he really felt something for Aiden, that he was really feeling the same-- instilled confidence in Aiden.

He took a step closer, his chest rising and falling with everything he'd held back for too long. "It's not like we wanted this to happen to us, so why is it our problem? Why should we try to stop what we're feeling? We do not have control over it, so why are we even trying?!" His voice wavered, but he pressed on. "Lucian, I honestly can't take it anymore. I just want..."

Before he could think, before he could stop himself, Aiden's hand reached out.

His fingers curled around Lucian's arm, his touch firm yet pleading.

Slowly, his hand slid upward, brushing against Lucian's shoulder, his neck, until his palm rested against Lucian's cheek.

Lucian sucked in a sharp breath.

His eyes darkened, filled with emotions he had spent so long suppressing. His entire body tensed, but he didn't pull away.

Aiden's touch was undoing him, stripping away every excuse, every denial.

They stared at each other, the air between them thick, heavy. Aiden's thumb grazed over Lucian's skin, and something inside Lucian snapped.

In an instant, he grabbed Aiden, pulling him close, his lips crashing against his in a desperate, almost reckless kiss.

It was raw, hungry, filled with everything they had refused to acknowledge.

Aiden's breath hitched, but he melted into it, his hands gripping Lucian's shirt as if anchoring himself.

Their bodies pressed together, heat igniting between them, drowning in the satisfaction of finally giving in.

For once, it felt right.

But just as quickly, it was over.

Lucian's movements stopped, he let go of Aiden, breathing hard, his eyes wide with realization. His hands trembled as he stepped away, shaking his head.

"Shit! Shit! I can't," he muttered, voice hoarse. "I can't do this."

Aiden stood there, chest heaving, his lips still tingling from the kiss. The words hit him like a punch, twisting something deep inside.

Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room.