Obedient Bitch

Chapter 22: Say you'll be my darling

Note: This chapter might be a bit messy in terms of writing, please feel free to point out any mistakes which I will fix, Thank you.

Also I feel like this is a shorter chapter then what I usually post.

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When they arrived at the apartment, they still had traces of rain on their clothes and in their hair, which was damp. On the way back they both remained silent, immersed in their own thoughts. But the glances and gentle touches didn't lie: something had changed between the two of them that night.

"You look like a wet baby chick," Pete said, in an attempt to bring back some normalcy after such a deep and painful conversation.

Vegas' eyes smiled; a great sign, and as he disposed of his car keys and wallet, he narrowed the distance between the two of them. A bit of amusement stood out on his face, and the knot in the boy's chest undid. He would give anything not to see Vegas suffer again.

The man leaned over, and placing his hands on Pete's  waist, rubbed the slightly wet strands of hair against his neck, who squeaked in surprise and wriggled in hopes of getting rid of the cold touch.

"Vegas! What are you..." He pushed the elder's shoulders, who just pulled him closer. "What are you doing?" Pete asked, his voice smiling and high-pitched.

"Drying myself off."

"We have towels." The strands tickled, and the boy squirmed. Vegas laughed, and finally left him alone, planting a chaste kiss on his skin. That was enough for Pete to melt against him.

"I miss you." He kissed the spot once more, inhaling afterwards. "I miss you like crazy."

Pete wanted to shout out how much he felt the same way. How Vegas was capable of taking his breath away with just one look, and making his heart race frantically whenever he got close, but doubt came over him. Was it the right time for that? After such a difficult night?

Pete raised his hands and touched his face. "Vegas?"

The man sighed, and brought their foreheads together. His gaze still carried the heavy shadow that seemed to have taken hold of it since the visit to the house from his past, but there was something else. Desire. Regret. Longing.

Vegas smiled and positioned the boy's hand right on his own chest. Over his heart. "Do you feel that?" The organ pulsed strongly and vigorously. Exactly like Pete's. "You do that to me. Your eyes, your smile, your smell." His nose ran down the younger man's cheek as it always did, and the boy closed his eyes, feeling Vegas' heart against his palm. "Every day you invade my thoughts even more. I can't stop thinking about you. About wanting you."

Pete grabbed his shirt, frowning and feeling his breathing fluctuate with Vegas'  warm breath touching the skin of his cheek and ear.

"Maybe I thought that walking away would make it easier. It would get you out of my head. But your perfume is everywhere. Every damn place you touch, and damn, I love your perfume, sweetheart."

"Vegas-" Pete gasped, exposing his neck more to the lips that were getting closer and closer to his skin. A kiss was left just below his chin and the boy's fingers sank further into the fabric of the shirt he held.

"You know about my past now. About my wounds and my bitterness." He brought their foreheads together once more and Pete opened his eyes. "Let me show you the good things. The future. Make love to me, Pete. Let me take you to bed and show you how I feel about you."

The back of the youngest's eyes burned with possible tears. For Pete there was only one answer to that request. He stroked Vegas' cheek.

"Are you sure?"