National Icon (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5 ✔️

Today...

Jefferson tugs nervously on the woolly hat which is secured tight onto his curly hair. Today is a day off and he had decided to make a stop in the coffee shop around the corner from the five star hotel he's staying in.

He pulls his dark blue peacoat tighter around his slim waist and turns the collar upwards to shield his reddening cheeks from the harsh November winds.

"Shit it's cold." He complains to himself. It's way too cold to continue the trek back to his warm hotel room, and so he opts to camp out in an unassuming library across the street from where he's stood. He pushes the heavy door that makes an annoying jingle as it opens.

The place is quaint, quiet, and has a distinct smell of dust and old wood. There are bookshelves taking up nearly all the available space, and what space isn't filled with the bookshelves, is occupied by comfy-looking armchairs and beanbags.

Jefferson takes a further few steps in, and hears the bell from the door chime again as it shuts.

"Just a second!" A man's voice calls from the back of the building. It doesn't sound far away, which leads Jeff to believe that the shop must not be very big.

The voice is soon accompanied by the appearance of a tall guy, though shorter than Jefferson, holding a ridiculously large stack of hardback books in his hands. The stack is taller than the man himself, so there's a nose, and a pair of thick black glasses sticking out from the side.

Jefferson furrows his sculpted eyebrows, "Um." He starts, but is interrupted by the book guy.

"Sorry about this, I'm on my lonesome today, so I'm kinda swamped." He laughs, moving slowly so as to avoid the risk of toppling over. It didn't help, obviously, because the librarian misplaces his foot, and stumbles over a chair on his right. The books are sent flying, and Jeff has to duck out of the way of some of them. He has no time to recover, though, because soon the body of the librarian himself is hurling towards him.

"Mmf-" Jefferson feels himself get the wind knocked out of his lungs, before he's sent hurtling onto the floor with this - surprisingly light - guy crashing on top of him.

"Ah crap. I'm sorry." The man apologises sincerely, attempting to push himself up and away from the position he's currently got Jeff trapped in.

Jefferson can't reply; he's got a mouthful of wild brunette hair in his face, putting quite the damper on his speech skills.

The employee looks up then, hoisting himself onto his hands, so that he's leaning over Jefferson's long, lean body. The position would be compromising if his head wasn't pounding like it is.

"Oh my god. I just concussed Jefferson Blake. Crap. Crap. Crap." The librarian says quickly, words eventually slurring into one long stream of consciousness.

Jeff still hadn't gotten a look at this guy's face properly; he'd had his eyes closed and his vision obscured. When he opens them, the librarian is turned away.

"Please just don't press charges!" He pleads, spinning on his heels to face the actor with a desperate expression, "You earn more in one minute of shooting than my whole existence is worth."

Jefferson studies him curiously. Of course he wasn't pressing charges. Especially not now that he'd seen him.

The man's hair was dark, wild, and messy. It surrounded his head like an earth-coloured halo, which is fitting for how angelic the man looked. His eyes were deep and brown like two pools of melted chocolate.  To top it off, he had adorable laugh lines by his mouth. Jeff looks down, noticing that there are thumbholes torn into the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt. Cute.

"I wouldn't say that." Jefferson says flirtily, his entire demeanour changing from frazzled to collected within a matter of seconds. He looks the librarian over once more.

The man blushes a pretty red shade, and narrows his eyes, as if he doesn't know why he's being complimented.

"Listen it's no big deal. How about you let me camp in here until the wind calms down. Then we'll call it even?"

The guy looks at him with big doe eyes and grins gratefully. Jeff thinks, bizarrely, that he looks like an utterly adorable little lamb.

"Really? Thank you so much! I'm Harvey King." The librarian sticks a sleeve covered hand out to the actor.

Jeff smiles and shakes it, introducing himself, "Jefferson Blake. Call me Jeff."

Harvey blushes and bends down awkwardly to pick up his fallen books.

The irritating bell jingles again, signaling that someone had entered the shop. Harvey looks past Jefferson at the handsome young man who walks in.

"Hey, man." Chris directs a bright smile at Harvey and throws a dodgeball over Jefferson's head for Harvey to catch.

"Chris, dude, dodgeball?" Harvey laughs lightly  throwing it back to his friend. Jeff turns around to look at Chris. He's cute enough, got a boyish charm about him. It wasn't anything compared to Harvey though. In Jefferson's eyes, Harvey was another level of adorable.

"Aren't you that actor that..." Chris trails off, his eyes not so subtlety sliding to meet that of his best friend.

"Uh, yeah." Jeff smiles an uncharacteristically shy smile, and gives Chris his hand to shake.

"What's a big star like you doing at our humble university?" The younger man asks, brows furrowed and head tilted inquisitively.

Jefferson's eyebrow quirks up and he looks over at Harvey confused. Chris was way too young to be a university student, "This is a university library? But you're like 14? You should be a high school freshmen not a college freshmen."

Chris scowls darkly at Jeff and throws the dodgeball at his head, missing only thanks to the latter's fast reflexes.

"I just turned 17, and I'm a sophomore not a freshmen."

Harvey chuckles at the pair and explains, "He may look like an idiot jock," He starts, earning a frustrated 'hey' from his best friend, "But he graduated three years early. He has a genius' IQ."

Jefferson's eyebrows shoot up in shock, and his facial expression morphs into one of respect, "Well aren't you the prime example of don't judge a book by its cover."

"That's a little backhanded, don't you think?" A smooth British voice utters as the bell jingles for the third time in ten minutes. Chris turns and hastily straightens up at the sight of the man before him.

He was brown eyed, and babyfaced. But he had a sense of maturity about him. That added years to his otherwise youthful appearance. He was, admittedly, very handsome and flashed a dazzling smile when he looked at Chris.

"Luke." Chris says surprised. He rubs his neck nervously, "Hey."

At this point in time, Jefferson is pretty sure that Chris is in love with this Luke guy, and very sure that said Luke guy knows it. He's also certain that Harvey changed his whole perspective of the concept gorgeousness. But that part isn't important.