In the Beginning (слэш)

Lukas walks through the aisles like an idiot and once again, tells himself the first time was accidental. He wanted to pick up some TV dinners because he knew his dad wasn’t gonna be home for a couple of days. And like some kind of sick cosmic destiny, he saw Philip in the next aisle, staring at the cereal like he didn’t know what it was. Lukas nearly choked on his own tongue, almost tripped over a wet floor sign trying to hide from him.
The second time wasn’t exactly an accident. He’s starting to let himself accept that.
He’d gone there the next day to check if it was a one-off coincidence that they were both there or something Philip did every day. And once again, he saw Philip there, this time in the snacks aisle, looking just as lost. Lukas watched him, well aware of how creepy he was being following Philip around, well aware that his attraction was eating away at his insides. But he liked the way Philip walked. The way he chewed on his lower lip. The way he adjusted his jacket around his shoulders. Lukas could imagine taking that jacket off of him. Running his hands down his arms.
 
Jesus Christ.