Cassian couldn’t tear his eyes away from the view. Who knew that a smirk could make his blood simmer, or that an exposed neck and parted lips could make him groan audibly as soon as he finished his sentence? For in all his bravado, he was barely keeping it together. And keeping his eyes open proved to be simultaneously the best and worst thing he could have done. It etched into his memory what Vince looks like the moment he loses the upperhand, or his ability for a clever retort. It gave Cass the impulse to wipe that smirk off often, much preferring the way he looked when he gasped (he even missed his own momentary lapse of judgment, thinking for an instant there would be another moment like this).
It made him see Vincent as beautiful, clearly now. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to notice.
What he also noticed - Vince staggeringly close to the precipice. Their gaze was unflinching, at least until Cass glanced down to watch the heady drag of Vince’s tongue along his lips. A move that should be made illegal. He hitched his breath with the expectation that the second Vince slipped off the ledge he’d bring Cass right along with. That’s fine. Things could be over soon, and then they’d find a way to move on. But at this exact second he wanted, more than anything, on principle really, to be the one to do it – to make it up to Vince somehow–
“Fucking Romeo and Juliet?” Cass gasped despite himself, shocked equal measure by the reference (that it was being made now, why now) and that he remembered it so easily (in Vince’s voice, that afternoon lounging under a tree in the grass). Though his mind wasn’t fast enough to bridge the connection to what this suggested (more kissing?). A shiver of anticipation crept up his back, Shakespeare quotes always a bit disquieting when it came from Vince. He was planned something, something that deftly brought him the upper hand again. Cassian groaned, softly, quietly, and at the command of his touch. He sensed, a second too late, how the current of energy shifted under them again.
He didn’t have a second to protest, Vince hadn’t spared him any. The shock of cold and his friend’s body disappearing from in front of him was overcome by the shock of seeing Vince on his knees - much like how Cass was when he chased him down earlier - but with a look on his face that was utterly wicked. Fully exposed, there was nothing he could do as he felt Vince’s warm mouth there. Cassian immediately knew he lost, whatever this twisted game was.
“Aagh,” he dug his teeth into the back of his hand to keep from crying out loud, his expression looked wounded. He didn’t know what the hell possessed Vince to do this. A part of him wanted to scream at him to stop. If only he wasn’t so utterly consumed by this now- every part of it. Keeping one hand firm in place to muffle his cursing, his other found its way into strawberry blonde hair, stroking his temple with his thumb while his fingers cupped the back of his head. Cass didn’t dare move, as much as his body ached to rock forward. He let out a shaking sigh against his hand, watching as Vince went on.
With everything they’d done up to this moment, it didn’t take him very long to succumb. Seeing him…proved to be too much. Finally his eyes screwed shut, and he cried out in warning.
It made him see Vincent as beautiful, clearly now. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to notice.
What he also noticed - Vince staggeringly close to the precipice. Their gaze was unflinching, at least until Cass glanced down to watch the heady drag of Vince’s tongue along his lips. A move that should be made illegal. He hitched his breath with the expectation that the second Vince slipped off the ledge he’d bring Cass right along with. That’s fine. Things could be over soon, and then they’d find a way to move on. But at this exact second he wanted, more than anything, on principle really, to be the one to do it – to make it up to Vince somehow–
“Fucking Romeo and Juliet?” Cass gasped despite himself, shocked equal measure by the reference (that it was being made now, why now) and that he remembered it so easily (in Vince’s voice, that afternoon lounging under a tree in the grass). Though his mind wasn’t fast enough to bridge the connection to what this suggested (more kissing?). A shiver of anticipation crept up his back, Shakespeare quotes always a bit disquieting when it came from Vince. He was planned something, something that deftly brought him the upper hand again. Cassian groaned, softly, quietly, and at the command of his touch. He sensed, a second too late, how the current of energy shifted under them again.
He didn’t have a second to protest, Vince hadn’t spared him any. The shock of cold and his friend’s body disappearing from in front of him was overcome by the shock of seeing Vince on his knees - much like how Cass was when he chased him down earlier - but with a look on his face that was utterly wicked. Fully exposed, there was nothing he could do as he felt Vince’s warm mouth there. Cassian immediately knew he lost, whatever this twisted game was.
“Aagh,” he dug his teeth into the back of his hand to keep from crying out loud, his expression looked wounded. He didn’t know what the hell possessed Vince to do this. A part of him wanted to scream at him to stop. If only he wasn’t so utterly consumed by this now- every part of it. Keeping one hand firm in place to muffle his cursing, his other found its way into strawberry blonde hair, stroking his temple with his thumb while his fingers cupped the back of his head. Cass didn’t dare move, as much as his body ached to rock forward. He let out a shaking sigh against his hand, watching as Vince went on.
With everything they’d done up to this moment, it didn’t take him very long to succumb. Seeing him…proved to be too much. Finally his eyes screwed shut, and he cried out in warning.
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