Kinnporsche x a song

Vegas x Pete x Young and beautiful

This idea was Vegas x Pete with the song "Young and beautiful", with the extra wish "50 years later".
I will start this story in the 'current' time, but the most of the oneshot will happen later :) It is a Pete pov btw

"Do you know how sexy you are?" Vegas' words replayed in my head rentfree, again and again. A part of me was feeling flattered, I mean – I was called sexy by the probably hottest man alive!
But another part was getting nervous. If I was more than this for him. If he loved more than this. Because he kept telling me how beautiful I was, but would he still love me if I was old? Would he still love me when I'm not young and beautiful anymore?
"What is going on in that pretty little head?" God, I loved his voice so much. He was still hospitalised and weak after he got nearly shot, but his voice was clear as always, maybe a bit softer. I looked up, my head was lying on his lap, and he stroked my hair. "Mhm, nothing special, don't you worry."
Vegas just looked me in the eyes and raised one eyebrow. I shrugged my shoulders. "Uhh, I was just wondering... I know that you like me. That you think I am pretty and cute and.. maybe even hot. I mean, you told me this several times." I bit my lip, not sure how to continue. Vegas nodded. "Mhm, and now you are scared that you are just a pretty boy for me, aren't you?" I slowly nodded.
Vegas grimaced his face a bit when he bended down to kiss my forehead. "Pete. I liked you for a long time because you are handsome. Flirted with you for fun. But I didn't love you at this point, you know? The moment I fell for you was the moment when you didn't run away, when you sat down next to me after my hedgehog died and tried to take care of me. The moment when I was vulnerable, when I allowed myself to be vulnerable infront of you, and you didn't use it against me but tried to help me. Me, the person that literally tortured you till you nearly died." Vegas' fingers stroked my chest at the place where my heart must be. "I got interested in your pretty face, but I fell for your heart."
I didn't notice how big my smile was untill his fingers also touched this. "And maybe, I fell in love with your smile, too. But I will also love this smile when it is old, you know? I will still love you when you are no longer young and beautiful."
I closed my eyes. "I know you will."

-50 years later-
"Mr. Pete, Mr. Pete, it happened again!" I groaned when I got up; my 80th birthday was in less then two years and my back felt like it would be my 90th. I followed the agitated young bodyguard in the garden where Vegas was peacefully sitting on the ground.
"Vegas, what are you doing here?" As he saw me, a bright smile entered his face. The bodyguard helped him to get up, and I took his hands. "I was looking for my little Pete", Vegas answered. "Pete was scared that I wouldn't love him anymore when he was not longer young and beautiful, and I have to tell him that I still do. I still love him."
I felt little tears in my eyes, but also how my lips built that smile which Vegas told me he loves so much. "It is me, Vegas. I am Pete. And I know you do, I know that you love me."
Vegas took my head between his hands and viewed my face for a while, then he nodded. "Right. You are right. Well, you are right about the fact that you are Pete. But you were wrong about that other thing." I just listened, not sure if he was about to say something reasonable or something that was born of confusion. "You are still beautiful, my little Pete. You are still the most beautiful person I ever met." A naughty smile appeared on the old wrinkled face. "And you are still sexy." I gently stroked his face with my palms, smiling till my lips hurt. "Thank you, Vegas... and don't you worry, you are also still pretty handsome." Vegas gave me a little slap. "Don't flirt with me, I am married. My husband may be pissed." I laughed a little and took his hand. When we walked inside, he started to talk again: "I've seen the world, done it all, you know? We were young together, lived our life together. You and I were forever wild, the crazy days, city lights... and now we lost this all. I am old, I got nothing but my aching soul, and you still love me, don't you? I know that you do."
He looked up in the sky and folded his hands to pray. "Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven, please let me bring my man. When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in. He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds. I still love him, even when he is no longer young and beautiful."