The Temptation - Vegaspete Oneshots (smut + prequel)

Can I be Yours

I've left this story stranded for a while but wanted to give it a better resolution, enjoy!! Thank you so much for reading the past chapters!  ❤️

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A week had passed since their last encounter, well more like a forced one. Cornered in a room, Pete sandwiched between the dresser and Vegas. Having no control of his body the desire of pleasure consuming him more. The feeling of Vegas's tight grip on Pete's waist digging his fingers in. The taste of wine lingering on his lips as he swiped his tongue licking Pete's upper lip...

All week Pete had to brush away these sinful thoughts. He continued to serve his duties for the main family as if nothing had happened. All he had to do was put on his signature sunshine smile in front of others and no one would question a thing. Someone had to be positive around this bloody place...and he meant quite literally. Although, his immature roommate, Porsche seemed to catch on.

It was late once Pete had finally returned to his room. Tankhun demanded his bodyguards stayed with him as he binged the series finale for his new obsession. This time it was a bl series, it was cheesy as hell but Pete wasn't going to lie he may have teared up towards the end.

In his room, Pete changed out of uniform to something comfortable and squeezed a bottle of face cream on his finger when the door had opened. It was Porsche, his hair was wet probably from his nightly swims.
"You would not believe what I just saw!" he exclaimed wiping his hair dry with the towel that was wrapped around his neck.

"Hmm" Pete said while applying spots of cream around his face.
"Vegas was waiting outside the mansion's front entrance. I asked the bodyguard on duty why he was here and they said he was asking for you."

Pete was in the midst of slapping the cream on his cheeks and had smacked them a little too hard after hearing what Porsche had said.
(I can imagine some other cheeks will be slapped eventually...😏)
Pete turned away from the miroir to look at his roommate.
"W-What?!" he was only able to make out still shocked.

"I know! I was so pissed at those guards how dare they try to pull my leg like that! I will say it was a funny one ahaha!"
Porsche then lowered his voice trying to imitate the man waiting outside,
"I'm here for Pete. Haha imagine Vegas saying that!" Porsche was crying tears laughing at his own impersonation thinking it was hilarious but Pete did not think so.

"Ughh" Pete sighed loudly as he rubbed the last bits of the cream making it disappear. He scrambled through his closet pulling out a casual outfit and threw it on changing in front of Porsche.
"Woah dude what is happening?" Porsche yanked the towel off his neck flinging it with his hand making a confused expression.

Pete grabbed his wallet from the dresser and patted down his shirt taking one look at the mirror fixing his bangs.
"I don't think it's a joke" was all he said as he rushed out of the room leaving Porsche standing in the middle of the room, mouth wide opened.
"What the hell is going on between those two?" He tilted his head shrugging it off.

Just as Porsche described to him Vegas was there, leaning against his red motorbike waiting at the bottom of the staircase.
Déjà vu Pete thought.
Vegas was dressed as always, his silky patterned  shirt was half tucked in with black skinny jeans and wore a black leather jacket to top it off. Pete felt his cheeks blush, he looked like a mess as he didn't have time to properly get dressed but the man in front of him...was stunning.

No, he had to act tough, he wasn't about to become weak like all the times before.
(Yet that plan always backtracks 😂)
"Vegas what are you doing here, I told you to stay away!" was the first thing Pete could blurt out getting close enough so the other could hear him.