Dear Roommate Please Stop Being Hot [BL]-Chapter 252: Room Service Romance

The door clicked shut behind them, and the world outside faded away.

Luca dropped his jacket on the chair, kicked off his shoes, and immediately reached for Noel, pulling him close.

"Clingy," Noel teased, but his arms wrapped around Luca without hesitation.

"You love it," Luca murmured against his neck.

"I do," Noel admitted, melting into the embrace. "I really do."

They stood there for a long moment, just holding each other, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up in the best way.

"Shower?" Noel suggested eventually. "We walked so much today."

"Together?" Luca asked hopefully.

Noel laughed. "You really are clingy."

"Is that a no?"

"That’s a yes," Noel said, pulling back to look at him. "Come on."

The shower was warm, steam filling the small bathroom, washing away the day’s tiredness.

They took turns under the spray, hands gentle as they helped each other, the intimacy quiet and comfortable.

When they emerged—clean, warm, wrapped in the hotel’s fluffy robes—Luca felt completely relaxed for the first time in over a week.

"Bed," he declared, flopping onto the mattress dramatically.

Noel followed, settling beside him, immediately pulled into Luca’s arms.

"You’re like a koala," Noel observed, though he made no move to escape.

"A very affectionate koala," Luca corrected, nuzzling into Noel’s damp hair. "Your koala."

"My koala," Noel repeated, smiling. "I can live with that."

They lay there, tangled together, Noel’s head on Luca’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

The room was quiet except for the distant sounds of the city beyond the window.

"I could stay like this forever," Luca said softly, running his fingers through Noel’s hair.

"Mm. Eventually we’d get hungry though."

"Worth it."

Noel chuckled, the sound vibrating against Luca’s chest.

He tilted his head up, and Luca met him halfway, their lips finding each other in a slow, sweet kiss.

When they broke apart, Noel traced Luca’s jawline with gentle fingers. "I missed this. Just being close to you. No rush, no pressure. Just us."

"Me too." Luca kissed him again, then again, soft pecks that made Noel smile. "love you."

"I love you too." Noel settled back against him, content. "So much."

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, just breathing together, existing in each other’s presence.

Eventually, Luca reached for his phone on the nightstand. "Let’s watch memes."

"Go ahead. I’m comfortable." Noel adjusted slightly, getting even cozier.

Luca opened his phone one-handed, the other arm still wrapped around Noel, and started scrolling through social media.

Within minutes, he was on a compilation of funny videos, soft laughter shaking his chest.

"What’s so funny?" Noel asked, voice drowsy.

"This cat video. Look—" Luca tilted the phone so Noel could see. A cat was dramatically falling off a couch in slow motion, the caption reading "Me trying to adult."

"This reminds me of Luca Jr.," Noel said, smiling fondly.

Luca groaned. "Stop calling him that."

"Why? It’s his name," Noel said innocently.

"You named our cat after me. It’s weird."

"It’s adorable," Noel corrected. "And you secretly love it."

"I do not love it. I barely even like cats."

"And yet you let me adopt him," Noel pointed out. "And you feed him every morning. And you bought him that expensive scratching post last month."

"That was—" Luca sputtered. "He was destroying the furniture!"

"Sure," Noel said, clearly not believing him. "Keep telling yourself you don’t love Luca Jr."

"I tolerate Luca Jr. For you."

"Liar," Noel said affectionately, kissing his jaw. "You love him almost as much as you love me."

"Not even close," Luca muttered, but he was smiling.

They scrolled through a few more videos—someone trying to make fancy latte art but failing spectacularly, the foam collapsing into an unrecognizable blob.

They both laughed, Noel’s shoulders shaking.

"Send that to the group chat," Noel suggested. "Jordan would love it."

"Good idea—oh!" Luca’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. "It’s George!"

"Answer it," Noel said, sitting up slightly.

Luca accepted the video call, and George’s face filled the screen—bright, energetic, grinning widely.

"Luca! My man!" George’s voice boomed through the speaker. "Where are you? That doesn’t look like your apartment."

"We’re in Japan," Luca said, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Noel’s here for work. One week internship assignment."

George’s eyebrows shot up. "Japan? For a week? That’s amaz—wait." His eyes narrowed suspiciously, a grin spreading across his face. "Wait wait wait. Did you follow him?"

"I—"

"You did! You absolutely did!" George crowed with delight. "Oh my god, Luca. You couldn’t last a week without him, could you?"

"Shut up," Luca said, but he was laughing.

"Where is he? Let me see the man who makes you fly across continents."

Luca tilted the phone, bringing Noel into frame.

"Hi, George," Noel said, waving.

"Noel! My favorite nerd!" George looked absolutely delighted. "How’s the international internship? Living the dream in Tokyo?"

"It’s been incredible," Noel said. "Intense, but good. Learning so much about international contracts and trade agreements."

"Of course you are. Meanwhile, this one—" George pointed at Luca. "Couldn’t handle five days apart and booked a flight. Peak Luca behavior."

"It hasn’t even been a full week!" Luca protested.

"Exactly my point! You’re so whipped, man."

"I am not—"

"You are," Noel and George said in unison, then laughed.

"See? Even Noel agrees." George looked delighted. "This is gold. I wish Emily was here. She’d have a field day with this."

"What time is it for her?" Noel asked.

"No idea, honestly. Time zones are weird. But knowing Emily, she’s probably either asleep or knee-deep in work. I’ll text her after this so she knows what she missed."

"How’s your internship going?" Luca asked, steering the conversation away from his impulsiveness. "Still at your uncle’s firm?"

"Yeah, it’s good. Busy. My uncle works me hard, but I’m learning a lot. Plus, I get to stay with my parents, which is nice. Mom’s been cooking all my favorite foods." George’s expression softened. "I miss you guys though. Miss the chaos at school. Miss our group hanging out in the library pretending to study."

"We weren’t pretending," Noel protested.

"You weren’t pretending. The rest of us absolutely were," George corrected. "Remember when Luca spent an entire study session just staring at you instead of his textbook?"

"George!" Luca’s face flushed.

"It’s true! Emily and I kept count. You looked at your book maybe three times in two hours."

Noel laughed, looking at Luca with fond amusement. "Really?"

"He’s exaggerating," Luca muttered.

"I’m really not," George said cheerfully. "You were so obvious. Still are, apparently, since you literally flew to another country."

"Okay, okay, we get it," Luca said, but he was smiling. "When are you back?"

"Three more weeks. Then it’s back to school for final semester. Can’t wait honestly. I miss the group. Miss the banter. Miss having people who understand my terrible jokes."

"Your jokes are terrible," Noel agreed.

"See? That. I miss that." George’s grin was bright. "So you guys are there all weekend?"

"Yeah," Noel said. "Flying back Monday. Together."

"Together," George repeated, wiggling his eyebrows. "Very romantic. Very couple-goals. I’m taking notes for when I finally find someone who tolerates me."

"You’ll find someone," Luca said. "Someone who appreciates your chaos."

"From your mouth to the universe’s ears." George checked something off-screen. "Alright, I should go. Family dinner’s starting soon. But seriously, you two—have an amazing weekend. Take lots of photos. Live your best romantic life. And Luca?"

"Yeah?"

"I’m proud of you. For going. For being brave enough to just... do it." George’s expression turned sincere for a moment. "That’s real love, man. The kind worth crossing oceans for."

Luca’s throat tightened. "Thanks, George."

"Anytime. See you guys. Let’s do a proper group call when you’re back? With Emily too?"

"Definitely," Noel said.

"Can’t wait. Later, lovebirds!"

The call ended, George’s grinning face disappearing.

Luca set his phone down, turning to Noel. "He’s ridiculous."

"He’s right though," Noel said softly. "About you. About this." He gestured between them. "You did cross an ocean for me."

"Best decision I ever made," Luca said, pulling Noel close again. "Even if George will never let me live it down."

"Never," Noel agreed, kissing him. "But I love that about him. About all our friends. They care about us."

"Yeah," Luca said, smiling. "They really do."

They settled back into comfortable cuddling, scrolling through more videos, laughing at stupid memes, completely at ease.

After a while, Noel’s stomach growled audibly.

Luca looked down at him. "Hungry?"

"Starving, actually. That ramen was hours ago."

"Room service?" Luca suggested. "Or we could go out?"

"Room service," Noel said immediately. "I don’t want to leave this bed. Or put on real clothes."

"Same." Luca reached for the menu on the nightstand. "Let’s see what they have."

They ordered—too much food, probably, but neither cared.

Japanese curry, more gyoza, some kind of noodle dish, dessert that looked amazing in the pictures.

While they waited, they put on a movie—something light and funny, the kind that didn’t require much attention.

The food arrived thirty minutes later.

They spread it out on the bed, eating straight from the containers, laughing when sauce dripped, stealing bites from each other’s dishes.

"This is perfect," Luca said around a mouthful of curry.

"Mm," Noel agreed, stealing a gyoza from Luca’s container. "This is exactly what I needed."

"Food?"

"You," Noel corrected. "This. Us just being together without the world interfering."

Luca set his container down, cupping Noel’s face. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Noel kissed him, tasting like soy sauce and happiness.

They finished eating, pushed the containers aside, and settled back into each other’s arms.

The movie played on, but neither was really watching anymore.

They were too busy existing in their own little world—soft touches, quiet laughter, stolen kisses, the kind of intimacy that needed no words.

Outside, Tokyo glittered with Saturday night energy.

But inside that hotel room, everything was perfect.

Just them.

Together.

Exactly where they belonged.