Lucifer Morningstar didn't make you do shit. (didnt_make_you) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-11 23:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lucifer morningstar, samandriel |
Who: Samandriel & Lucifer
What: Stalking (sort of. Not really. Okay, a little.)
When: 8/11
Where: Jamba Juice
Rating: Lowish Although there is some flirting between an adult and a teenager.
Status: Complete
Samandriel didn’t really like food court food, so he always brought his own lunch. The Jamba didn’t really have much of a break room anyway, and so it gave him the perfect excuse to sit outside and eat his whole grain turkey sandwich (with lettuce and tomato and a bit of cheese,) and sip at his personal favourite not on the menu smoothie. People watching wasn’t on the list of things to do that day (though it was most days,) rather he just wanted to sit on his sunny concrete bench and enjoy the warmth and his lunch.
Maybe it would still be nice out when he got home so he could lay in the backyard by the pool and just bask there too.
Lucifer hated the mall. Had he said that before? He was certain he'd thought it at the very least. So why he was coming back for absolutely no reason at all other than to buy a smoothie -- a smoothie he probably wouldn't drink-- was nearly beyond him.
Except he couldn't seem to help it. Because he had it in his mind to buy a smoothie from a boy with too red lips and too friendly a smile. The kid was too young, but that didn't mean he couldn't indulge in looking.
He damn near passed the boy up at the entrance of the mall -- pausing only minutely because those bright orange hats were kind of giveaways as far as recognition went. "Oh," he said, and it actually wasn't as smooth a greeting as he might have normally hoped for. But Samandriel was just so cute, it was distracting.
It was almost disturbing how a word that wasn’t even really a word, drew Samandriel out of his reverie. It only got through to him because he knew to whom that voice belonged. One word was all it took and one word had him utterly terrified of not having the high counter between them to protect his dignity.
“Hello,” he said, smile blooming slowly on his face. Out in the sunlight, his handsome stranger was even more breathtaking. Yeah, this was not a one off entranced by some gorgeous, ill-advised guy whose name he didn’t even know. If Samandriel had been certain a week ago that his hormones were broken, this man was definitely the proof that they very much worked. “Lovely to see you again.” He wished he knew this man’s name, but he didn’t know how to ask. His own was right there on his chest, tape curling at the ends because it was too long. Still, he insisted. His name was Samandriel, not Sam or anything else.
That smile was too good. In all sorts of ways really, and Lucifer had to force himself to smile back -- lips more crooked and bemused than Samandriel's.
"Is it?" He asked, and although he made it sly, he had to admit just a little bit that it was pleasing to just hear the boy say that. "It is, actually," he agreed without waiting for an answer. "How are you doing, Samandriel? Tired of the fast food industry, yet?" He did not need to remind himself of the boy's name by glancing at that curling name tag. He'd remembered.
Samandriel’s chest did that fluttery thing again and he found himself actually wanting to kiss someone more than just for the idea of experience. There was a soft sound in the back of his throat that he didn’t want to acknowledge. It sounded so...like a deeper version of what girls did in movies when the cute boys talked to them.
“Well,” he said quickly. “I’m doing well. I’m truly sorry, though, but...paying cash doesn’t really tell me what your name is.” He remembered that the man paid cash because he couldn’t look at his card to figure out his name so he could shamefully jerk off to it that night.
"It doesn't, does it?" Not asking for permission first, he saw fit to sit on the other end of the bench that Samandriel was perched on. It wasn't so long where they weren't a bit close, if he had to be honest.
"Asking, though. That will get you your answers, I imagine." It wasn't that Lucifer meant to be contrary constantly, it just amused him sometimes -- like a game that he was extra pleased for when people thought to play along.
"Who are you?" Samandriel asked. His lunch was forgotten entirely while he focused on the scant few inches that separated them from thigh to knee. He was going to have to spend some time in private after this very much not jerking off. Thinking about unsexy things right now was helping not at all.
"My name is Lucifer Morningstar." It wasn't a common name for a man to have, considering. But he'd always rather liked it just for that reason. He leaned forward a little, knee brushing against Samandriel's as he wiggled his wallet out of his back pocket, and then procured a business card from it and handed it to the boy. It was black, and just slightly glossy with embedded font that was off white, but had a nearly glowing look about it. It had his name, number, and the name and address of his Piano bar --Lux-- on it. Really, it was a nice card.
"That's what you wanted to know?"
Samandriel made sure their fingers brushed for a lingering moment while he took the card and looked it over.
“Yes, thank you,” he said softly. That was a very nice font.
Yes well, Lucifer left fonts up to the professionals, like a business man ought to. "You're quite welcome," he told the boy before pointedly putting the finger Samandriel had touched into his own mouth, half biting it as if absently tasting it or scratching a sudden itch.
"You should come." A pause. "To my bar. I think you might like it."
Samandriel’s gaze was fixed on that finger. “I uh...” He blushed and looked down at the card in his hand. “Sure.” He smiled sheepishly up at Lucifer. Samandriel would have to do some research. A lot of research.
"Wonderful." Lucifer was absolutely without shame, and didn't mind when people noticed. "You're blushing. It's a good look on you." He'd already given Samandriel his card, a little compliment wasn't going to make much of a difference, here.
That just made Samandriel blush more. “Thank you,” he said, and managed to look up at Lucifer again, to catch those sparkly blue eyes and...yes this was a very dangerous thing for him. He knew it.
“I...I should go back to work.” He really didn’t want to. He hoped that much was clear.
It was clear, and Lucifer felt for the boy, he really did. Even if he didn't show it. He only leaned back onto the bench more, crossed his legs and offered a smile. "You should, probably. There's little worse than being late and disappointing someone."
Samandriel swallowed heavily and nodded as he got up. “I’ll see you,” he said. The soon was implied desperately. It took a lot to turn back into the mall, to force himself not to steal a glance back at Lucifer. That would just be desperate.
"I certainly hope so," Lucifer murmured, and if Samandriel heard it, that was nice. If not, no loss. He watched the boy leave because, again, he had no shame and absolutely did not think there was anything wrong with admiring his ass while he walked away.
On the plus side, he didn't have to actually get a smoothie he didn't want today.