~Male crush x male reader~

Almost (lemon + tooth-rotting fluff)

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Y/N POV:

"Jeez, they'd better pay me well for this. I had to drive nearly two hours to get to this guy's place. What's his name again?"

I pull out my phone and read the name to myself.

C/N L/N (last name). Interesting name.

"I wonder why he lives so far out in the woods. It's kinda weird for someone to be this isolated from other humans."

I decide to shrug off the question for now and focus on the task at hand. I begin taking a look around the property, checking for any visible openings.

Back window? No, people might see me if they're walking on the trails.

I glance at the front end of the house and quickly examine it.

Front door? No, that's a dumb idea.

I shake my head to myself and check the back of the house again.

Oh, I know. The back door. (Hey! You wanna come in?)

I approach the back of the house, subtly looking around for a security camera. When I see the isn't one here, I slightly relax and pull my bag off of my shoulder, starting to scan through it for my lock picking kit.

Water bottle... Small bowl... Canned tuna... Wait, what?

I see the rest of the contents of the bag and realize I grabbed the wrong bag when I left the house.

This is the bag I use to feed the stray cats near my house. I left my work bag at home. Shit.

I curse myself under my breath for my stupid mistake, walking away from the back door to go for plan B. I slowly approach the front door and knock softly, trying to mentally prepare myself to meet my next victim.

What does this guy even look like? I mean... He has to be at least a bit peculiar-looking, especially since he lives all the way out here by himself. He probably doesn't look too decent, at least. Hell, if I lived far enough out in the woods that I didn't normally have to worry about anyone coming nearby at all, I'd probably let myself go a bit, too. He's probably–

The sound of the front door opening in front of me takes me out of my thoughts. I blink a few times and look at the door, making eye contact with perhaps the most comfortable and not threatening looking man I've ever seen.

I was wrong. He's gorgeous.

I quickly snap myself out of my thoughts, switching on the threatening and angry act. I shove C/N to the side, walking inside the house and slamming the door shut behind both of us.

"Hi! I'm–"

"I already know who you are, C/N."

C/N blinks dumbly for a few seconds before talking again.

"Alright then. It's pretty late tonight, so you must be tired–"

"I'm fine."

Why is he acting nice to me? Isn't it obvious that I don't have good intentions? I mean... Aren't my fangs proof enough? They usually are for most people.

"Okay."

C/N casually walks away from me and toward his kitchen. I huff to myself out of frustration and decide to follow him. A wave of a strange scent hits me once my foot moves through the doorway.

Is he making something to eat? At this hour? Humans would normally be out cold by now.

"I'm so happy you're here, honestly. I never ever get visitors. This is so exciting."