Captive By Captivation - VegasPete

Chapter 9 - After Math

I haven't updated since the end of September I'M SO SORRY. I've just been really distracted and unmotivated to write. But this chapter will be worth the wait (hopefully).

Thank you guys as always for the support on this work (and my Macau x Chay fanfic which will also be updated soon hopefully). I love you guys.

Pete was perched at the side of his bed with thousands of thoughts flooding his mind and the sound of rushing water from the ensuite to his left clouding his ears as his mind wandered back to earlier that night.

Pete had kissed Vegas.

As the image suddenly entered his thought stream, the embarrassment of the moment made him flop dramatically backwards onto the silk covers.

Vegas had clearly been surprised by the act because he didn't kiss Pete back, or perhaps, Pete supposed, he didn't want to kiss him back.

The sadness the thought brought to Pete was quickly over turned with his memory of what happened afterwards.

After a few seconds, Vegas pulled back and Pete removed his hands from the others face. He looked towards his feet with an embarrassed expression clearly painted over his face. "I'm sorry I ju-"

His apology was cut of by the grip of two cold fingers apon his chin, moving his face upwards to meet the other's gaze.

"Don't be sorry." Vegas said a flirtatious smirk tugging on the sides of his mouth. "I'm definitely not." He continued leaning downwards to place a soft kiss on the man before him.

This kiss was different to any other they had shared before, it wasn't disguised as feeling-less lust or desperation, they allowed it to express itself in a way that it always was, but they had just hidden from themselves.

Vegas pulled away once again, much to Pete's dismay, as the soft smile Pete had grown to adore settled on his lips. "Let me stay at your house tonight. I don't have anywhere else to go..." He paused and stepped backwards slightly, his smile falling to an expression that Pete thought looked even slightly sad. "Please."

Pete just scared blankly at him for a few seconds before unconsciously nodding causing the other man's expression to brighten instantly.

And now here he was, waiting for the guy who was originally meant to become his killer to finish up in the shower.

Pete let out another groan at the thought. He barely knew this man, to be honest he had probably kissed him more times than he had properly conversed with him. He closed his eyes and assessed his options for the night ahead before deciding to just try and ignore the other. Why had he even agreed to letting him stay over?

Meanwhile, Vegas ran this hands through his silky black hair under the soft caress of the water with a smile painted on his face.

'All things happen for a reason, even bad things that make us lose hope, will eventually reward us greatly.' as his mother used to say before she passed.

He thought it applied to his current situation perfectly. He had been on the run from his father (if he could even be called that) for a few weeks and was unable to visit Pete no matter how much he wished he could.

Vegas's father was a spiteful and frankly disgusting human. Just at the thought of the man made his mood drop dramatically.

He tried taking his mind off of it by thinking back to the events of the evening.

Vegas wasn't surprised by Pete's sudden kiss, not because he expected Pete to kiss him, but because he didn't. Vegas had realised by now that Pete had a way of making you think you know what he's going to do but then doing something you never expected. It made you excited to find out what he was going to do next because you never know. He loved it.

Pete was an enigma he longed to crack. Pete with those beautiful brown eyes that felt like they saw him, like really saw him, like no one had ever done before.

He needed Pete to understand the effect he had on Vegas, how he felt lighter every time they talked or how he had spent every night for the last couple weeks picturing Pete laying beside him, smiling so much his dimples revealed themselves.

Pete stood up from his bed and began unbuttoning the white blouse he had worn to the bar over the top of a crop-top he had worn under since the material was thin. Just as he undid the last button, the sound of the shower being turned off echoed through his room as Vegas stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a pair of shorts lent to him by Pete and a towel around his neck.

Pete indulged his desires to look at the man's torso for a few seconds before averting his gaze to his wardrobe. "Sorry... I forgot to get you a shirt before you went in there." he commented before reaching into the closet to find the biggest shirt he owned before seeing a baggy plain white shirt he thought could fit the other.

He handed it to the other and allowed himself one last look at the man as he dressed himself.

Vegas, seemingly catching his wandering gaze, gave him a small smirk of acknowledgement before sitting himself on the edge of Pete's bed, his own eyes following the exposed skin on Pete's waist.

Pete sighed and leaned on the wall opposite the other while giving him a querying look. "You haven't said a word since you asked to stay tonight, so are going to tell me why you're here yet?" He asked, staring onto the other's piercing eyes.

Pete observed Vegas averting his eyes and shifting uncomfortably at the question before looking back up a again.

"I'm on the run." he stated, maintaining eye contact with the other man. "From my father."