Don't Touch || BOYxBOY ✔️

17

Leo found it nearly impossible to focus during his lectures. His mind wandered aimlessly, replaying the events of the morning with Dante, dissecting every glance, every word, every touch. The professor's voice faded into the background, a dull hum against the vivid memories that occupied his thoughts. He tried to shake it off, scribbling half-hearted notes and pretending to pay attention, but his mind kept drifting back to Dante.

Leo was now 100% sure that he wasn't straight. He wasn't fully gay, but he was definitely somewhere in between because he knew for a fact that if he had an opportunity to kiss Dante again and do some unholy things, he'd jump at the opportunity. Dante was tall, brooding and so god damn handsome. He was so hot. Too hot. Despite the fact that his outfits were always black, he looked so good all the time. His leather jackets and black combat boots did something to Leo and he decided not to shy away from it anymore.

Leo knew he was a naturally flirtatious person. He'd flirt with anyone, from random chicks in the bar to girls on campus in passing. Flirting with Dante would be easy, but now he had a touch of fear added to it because what if Dante punched him in the face? Leo snickered under his breath. That's totally something Dante would do.

He glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. Only an hour or so had passed since the lecture began, but it felt like an eternity. The minutes dragged on, each one stretching longer than the last. Leo tapped his pen against his notebook, a restless energy building up inside him. All he wanted was for this to be over, to escape the confines of the lecture hall and head back to his room where he could sort through his thoughts in peace.

The rest of the lecture was a blur, Leo's mind running in circles. He didn't care about whatever the professor was droning on about; his thoughts were consumed by Dante. The morning had left him feeling both exhilarated and anxious, a mix of emotions he wasn't sure how to process. He wondered what Dante was doing right now, whether he was thinking about Leo too, or if he was already back to his usual brooding self, shutting out the world.

When the lecture finally ended, Leo practically bolted out of his seat, shoving his notebook into his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He maneuvered through the crowd of students, ignoring the chatter around him as he made his way to the exit. The moment he stepped outside, he took a deep breath, feeling a rush of relief as the cool air hit his face.

He walked quickly, his thoughts racing even faster. The streets of London blurred around him as he headed back to his student house, his mind still stuck on Dante. When he reached his door, he practically tore it open, stumbling into the empty living room to have a quick glance to see if anyone else was home before making a beeline upstairs for his bedroom. He dropped his bag carelessly on the floor, collapsing onto his bed with a heavy sigh.

Grabbing his phone from his pocket, Leo opened his messages and stared at the screen for a moment. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to seem too eager, but he also couldn't wait any longer. Taking a deep breath, he typed out a quick message and hit send before he could second-guess himself.

wanna come over?

He stared at the text for a few moments longer and sighed to himself. He couldn't help but notice that he was acting like a girl yesterday when he got angry at Dante for wanting to kick him out afterwards. He needed to calm down and keep his cool or else this really wouldn't end well.

He quickly press sent and then tossed his phone beside him on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for a response. Every second felt like an eternity, the silence of his room only amplifying the anxious buzz in his chest. His mind raced with possibilities, wondering what Dante's response would be, if he'd even respond at all.