Dear Roommate Please Stop Being Hot [BL]-Chapter 95: Clingy and Loved

The hum of Noel’s laptop was the only sound in the room.

Noel sat at his desk, fingers tapping slowly against the keyboard.

His brows were slightly furrowed, lips pressed in a thin line as he focused on the last bit of his assignment. Occasionally, he’d pause, glance at a sentence, backspace, rewrite.

Behind him — barely a breath away — Luca had slumped onto the edge of the bed, still half dressed from earlier.

He was supposed to be scrolling through his phone, maybe reading something. But somewhere between a blink and a sigh, sleep crept in.

Now he lay curled slightly, one arm lazily draped over a pillow, head tilted toward Noel’s direction. His phone was still unlocked, screen dimmed, resting loosely in his hand.

Noel turned slightly to check the time... and caught sight of him.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He spun his chair just enough to face him fully.

Luca’s hair was a soft mess, a few strands falling over his closed eyes.

His breathing was slow, peaceful — every so often his lashes fluttered, like he was chasing something gentle in a dream.

Noel watched him for a beat longer, warmth blooming quietly in his chest.

He whispered, just for himself, "You fall asleep anywhere, don’t you?"

Noel reached over, gently slid the phone from Luca’s hand and placed it on the desk. His fingers brushed lightly against Luca’s wrist — warm, steady.

He turned back to his laptop, careful not to make noise, though his focus was gone now.

The words on screen blurred slightly, replaced by the soft weight of the boy breathing just behind him.

A few minutes passed.

Then a sleepy murmur:

"...You done yet?"

Noel glanced back — Luca hadn’t opened his eyes, but he was grumbling now, shifting slightly like a cat disturbed mid-nap.

"Almost," Noel said, chuckling under his breath. "You’re supposed to be resting, not spying."

Luca’s voice was thick with sleep. "Can’t sleep right unless you’re in bed too."

Noel blinked, stunned at how easily that single sentence wrapped around his heart.

Then, softly: "I just need ten more minutes."

Luca groaned dramatically, rolling onto his back. "You said that fifteen minutes ago."

Noel smiled. "You were asleep fifteen minutes ago."

"Details," Luca muttered.

A beat.

Then — eyes still closed — he reached his hand toward the chair, fumbling until his fingers found Noel’s.

Noel stilled, letting him hold.

"Ten minutes," he whispered.

Luca hummed. "I’ll try to survive."

Luca stirred with a groggy breath, then pushed himself upright on the bed.

His shirt had twisted halfway around him, and his hair stuck up in one direction, sleep still clinging to his lashes.

He rubbed a hand over his face, then looked over.

Noel was still at the desk — same posture, same intense focus, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers tapping with that quiet urgency that said he was deep in the zone.

Luca squinted. "Still?"

Noel hummed without turning. "Almost done."

Luca stretched with a yawn, back arching a little. Then he slid off the bed and padded to the corner, grabbing his towel.

"Better be done before I’m back—or I’m dragging you straight to bed."

Noel smirked faintly. "Promises, promises."

Luca shot him a lazy glare over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.

The sound of the shower came a moment later — soft, steady water like a lullaby in the background.

Noel tried to stay focused... he really did.

But by the time Luca returned — damp hair tousled, a clean T-shirt hanging loosely over his frame, towel draped around his neck — Noel had barely moved.

Luca paused in the doorway, one brow arching. "Seriously?"

Noel looked up, sheepish. "I said almost—"

Luca didn’t wait.

He crossed the room, took hold of Noel’s chair, and spun it gently to face him.

Then he leaned down, eyes meeting Noel’s, voice low but teasing:

"No more reading. No more typing. Your brain is banned for the night."

"I’m nearly—"

Luca simply said, "Noel."

Noel sighed. "Fine. One condition."

"What?"

"You stop looking at me like that."

Luca tilted his head. "Like what?"

"Like you want to pull me out of this chair and—"

Luca was already tugging him by the wrist. "Good. Then you get it."

Noel laughed, letting himself be pulled up. He let his hands rest on Luca’s shoulders for a moment, forehead leaning briefly into his. The scent of soap and warmth surrounded him.

Luca looked down at him, smiling slightly. "Your turn to shower. Then bed. And no sneaking back to that desk, I mean it."

"Bossy," Noel murmured, but he kissed his cheek anyway. "I’ll be quick."

"You better be," Luca said, already fluffing the pillows and sliding under the blanket with a grin.

The soft sound of water stopped.

A moment later, Noel emerged from the bathroom, towel still around his neck, hair damp and curling at the edges.

The loose T-shirt clung slightly to his chest, and his steps were quiet as he crossed the small space barefoot.

Luca looked up, eyes warm and waiting. "Took your time."

"I didn’t want to rush the one peaceful shower I got all day," Noel said, rubbing his hair with the towel.

Luca shifted over, patting the space beside him. "Come on. Your pillow’s cold."

Noel smiled. He dropped the towel on his chair, flicked off the desk light, and slipped under the blanket, letting the warmth wrap around them both.

Luca immediately turned, looping an arm around Noel’s waist and pulling him close — so close their legs tangled and there was no space left between them.

Noel let out a soft breath against his neck. "Comfy?"

"Mhm. You’re warm," Luca whispered. "Like a space heater with anxiety."

Noel let out a quiet laugh. "Not wrong."

Luca tipped his chin down until their noses brushed. "You worked too much today."

"I was finishing that group stuff," Noel said. "But you’re right. I should’ve stopped sooner."

"Mm. You owe me cuddles as payment."

Noel raised a brow. "I’m in bed, aren’t I?"

"Still not enough."

Noel leaned in, slowly brushing his lips against Luca’s, soft and unhurried — the kind of kiss that didn’t ask for anything except to stay in that moment.

His fingers gently found Luca’s, lacing them together beneath the blanket.

"You’re greedy," he murmured against Luca’s lips.

Luca smiled into the kiss. "Only for you."

They stayed like that — noses brushing, hands joined, foreheads pressed together — until the silence melted into something deeper.

The city beyond their window buzzed softly, but inside their room, it was still. Safe. Warm.

Eventually, Noel’s voice broke the quiet again, softer now, nearly a whisper.

"You make everything feel less scary."

Luca pressed his lips to his temple. "That’s because we’re in it together now. No more running, okay?"

Noel nodded, his fingers tightening slightly around Luca’s.

They didn’t say anything more. They didn’t need to.

Because peace doesn’t always come in grand gestures — sometimes, it’s just two people in the dark, hearts aligned, sharing one bed and the silence between them.

A fan turned lazily in the corner. Somewhere outside, a bird chirped once—then went quiet, as if it, too, didn’t want to disturb the stillness.

The sunlight eased through the blinds, gentle and drowsy, brushing golden across the floor and the edge of the bed like it had no plans of rushing them.

Noel blinked awake first.

He didn’t move right away. Just lay there, blinking into the soft light, his breath syncing with the soft rise and fall of the figure curled against him.

Luca.

Face buried just beneath Noel’s collarbone, hair a mess, one arm draped across Noel’s waist like gravity wasn’t enough to keep him there. His leg had somehow ended up tangled between Noel’s.

Noel tilted his head just slightly, watching the way Luca’s lashes brushed his cheeks.

He looked impossibly peaceful when he slept — like all the noise in the world had fallen away.

A faint smile tugged at Noel’s lips. He let his hand wander gently through Luca’s hair, brushing it back, careful not to wake him. He could’ve stayed like that forever.

But then—

"Mmm..." Luca stirred with a sleepy sound, nuzzling deeper. "Why are you already awake..."

"I wasn’t," Noel whispered, his voice thick from sleep. "You’re dreaming."

"You’re warm."

"You’re clingy."

"You love it," Luca mumbled, wrapping his arm tighter around Noel’s middle.

Noel huffed a laugh. "You’re literally on top of me."

Luca lifted his head slowly, blinking blearily. "Good morning, boyfriend."

Noel’s cheeks flushed — it hadn’t been long since Luca started saying that out loud, and it still hit like the first time.

He looked up at him, voice softer now. "Good morning."

They stared at each other for a moment. No urgency. No words. Just sunlight between them and something deep and unspoken in their silence.

Then Luca let himself fall back onto Noel’s chest dramatically. "So... breakfast?"

"You’re not even vertical yet."

"Exactly. Make me want to get up."

Noel shifted, leaned down, and kissed the top of Luca’s head. "How about a walk to that café near the corner?"

"Mmm... only if they have that cinnamon thing you like."

"They do."

"Then I’ll allow it," Luca said, still sprawled over him. "Five more minutes?"

"Shut up. No more."

"Fine," Luca sighed, finally rolling off him, stretching like a cat. "I’m only going because I like watching you get all flustered over coffee."

"I don’t get flustered," Noel argued, slipping out of bed.

"You blush at foam hearts."

"Shut up."

Luca grinned, finally sitting up and watching as Noel pulled on a hoodie and ruffled his hair. "You’re lucky I’m already in love with you."

Noel turned, eyes soft. "Yeah," he said quietly, "I know the feeling."

And with that, they headed out into their Sunday — together, quiet laughter between them, as the rest of the world slowly woke up too.

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