Afton Random Books

Main AU: Short Hair [2]

[Lucas W. x Arthur A. [TW: slight NSFW words]]

-LA-

Arthur looked at himself in the mirror, examining his short black hair with some trepidation. He didn't know if this was a good decision or not, but he quite liked it. If his mother had never forced him to grow his hair out, he would have felt even more sad when he asked his sister to cut it. As if a burden had also disappeared, he perhaps had no regrets.

Even so, it might have been the impression he cut his hair because he wanted Lucas to pay more attention to him after he overheard the man's conversation with his friends. A warm sensation spread across his cheeks for a moment, his face turned red and he scowled in embarrassment, decided to stop looking in the mirror and pick up the guitar that was in the corner of the room. He sat down on a cushioned chair and casually tuned his guitar strings, since earlier he didn't come out of his room at all.

Only for a short time when he was swiping guitar strings and playing, there was a knock on his bedroom door. Arthur was silent for a moment, somewhat doubtful. He got up, put his guitar on the bed and headed to the door, opening it slowly.

It was Lucas, carrying a tray of food.

Lucas widened his eyes briefly at him, making him feel shy and avert his gaze, but he stepped aside—allowing Lucas to enter. "Oliver and Patricia are going out so they might be having dinner outside ...," Lucas said quietly as he stepped inside, his gaze still focused on Arthur, "... you cut your hair? Why?"

"I think I just want to be like Dad, trying a new style," Arthur answered nervously, he rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly and shrugged. "What did you cook?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs." Lucas put the tray on the table. "Your favorite."

Arthur raised his eyebrows and smiled broadly. "Sweet! Thank You." He approached Lucas and noticed the food, Lucas also prepared a glass of water and a bowl of fruit for him. His smile widened slightly, he took a piece of melon and ate it. "So, your friends earlier, where are they going to sleep if they're from different countries?"

"Don't worry about that," Lucas said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Our office has prepared their place of residence temporarily."

"Temporary?" Arthur tilted his head in confusion, he ate another piece of melon for a bit. "They're here to work?"

The beige-haired man nodded. "And since I happen to live here now, they want to visit. Their work is completely unrelated to me after all, I don't want someone interrupting my day off." Lucas snorted a little.

They were both silent for a moment. Arthur was busy looking at his own food without intending to touch it again, while Lucas fixed his eyes on Arthur. Arthur's new appearance really surprised him, he didn't expect the blue-eyed man to cut his hair suddenly considering Arthur likes to tell him many things. So this was a bit of a shock for him. He seemed to be wondering if perhaps Arthur had overheard the conversation earlier when they were discussing the subject of his favorite type of person?

This sounded narcissistic and he felt he was too confident Arthur would do that for him, he immediately threw the assumption away. However, it was undeniable that Arthur looked much cuter. He wanted to have him, he had wanted this middle Afton for a long time, but he didn't know how to convey it properly.

"Arta, come here."

Arthur was about to eat another piece of fruit when Lucas called him, he turned quickly, then approached the man who was several years older than him. "What?"

Arthur seemed to have gasped slightly when Lucas grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. Lucas' platinum eyes stared at him intensely, making him feel nervous and his gaze slowly moved to the side. A blush enveloped Arthur's cheeks as Lucas' hand moved to carefully caress his short black hair, before he felt comfortable and enjoyed the caress. Then Lucas stroked the side of his face, Arthur pursed his lips and knit his eyebrows, his ears felt burn.

Lucas' arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer slowly and he sat on Lucas' lap. "You look ...," Lucas whispered softly, hanging his sentence slightly as he kissed Arthur's earlobe, "... beautiful."

His heart was beating fast, Arthur just lowered his head and said nothing. He let Lucas press their lips together while he wrapped his arms around Lucas' neck. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed their small fondling. Even so, Arthur wondered if Lucas had just said that because he cut his hair, considering Lucas rarely called him that for no reason, or when they were making love.

Now his chest ached, Arthur hated his own thoughts. He pushed Lucas away and it stunned Lucas. Arthur bit his inner lip, again wondering if changing his appearance was indeed the right choice only for an uncertain relationship with someone.

"Arta? What is it?" Lucas asked, confusion was obvious on his face. "Arthur ..."

"What do you see me as?" Arthur cut Lucas off quickly, his voice hoarse, as if holding back sobs. "Friend? Object? Sex partner?" Arthur gripped Lucas' collar tightly, this feeling that had been pent up for too long was hurting him, he wanted to get rid of it but he couldn't. "Why would I be willing to change something in myself ... for you ... when there is nothing between us from the start?"

Lucas didn't budge at all, there were no words that he could get out other than being astonished by what Arthur had just said. His favorite blue eyes were now filled with tears and muffled sobs could be heard. Tears dripped down, soaking his clothes, and he just froze.

Arthur released himself from Lucas, he went to wipe away his tears for a while, after that he stared at Lucas for a few moments before turning around and leaving Lucas alone in his room.