Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 5 - The bold one (+18)

-Pete-

I entered the dimly lighted bedroom carefully. As I walked further, I saw Venice, peacefully sleeping in his crib. Pol and Arm were laying on the bed like two dead whales, snoring like there's no tomorrow.

Arm was resting his head on Pol's legs, holding the little hammer that Khun Kinn gifted to Venice. When I got closer, something caught my eyes: why the hell Pol's forehead is that red?!

I scratched my head trying to figure out what happened, but it seems that Venice took down those two bastards.

I'm so proud of my son.

I silently grabbed a clean shirt and put it on. I tipped toe my way out of the bedroom, held the doorknob tightly, trying to close the door without making any sounds.

As soon as I turned around, I was startled by a human shape standing right behind me in the dark. A scream almost came out of my mouth when a hand went immediately covering it.

Come on, not again! No way. Being kidnapped once was enough!

I was about to fight back when something hit my nose. The smell was familiar. I sight in relief when I realize that the hand that was covering my mouth was the hand of my fucking husband. You bastard! What were you thinking!

« Got you. » Vegas was smiling, grabbing me by the waist. I pushed his hand away from my mouth and tried to break free from his embrace.

« You nutjob! You scared the shit out of me. I can't see anything in the dark, I was already making amend ! »

« Cursing at me already, eheh ? Why are you so tense?»

« I have trust issues since the day you...kidnaped me!» I gently hit Vegas chest with my fist.

« You got a point.» Vegas looked at me with tenderness in his eyes, his smile was getting bigger as I was talking. He grabbed me even more and pulled me closer to him, his nose mumbling against my cheek.

« Let go of me ! We are in the middle of the hallway!»

« Shtt, don't talk too loudly. Everyone is sleeping. I like it when you scared of me...» I felt the soft hot breathe of Vegas's whisper against my skin.

He started to kiss my cheek, then licked my jaw from the tip of his tongue, slowly down to my neck. My legs were starting to fail me and as his kisses deepened, shivers were sending down my spine.

I was about to give up to his embrace when something hit me. Why does it feel like we are not allowed to do that?

« Wait... I think I'm forgetting something. » As Vegas was working on me, I couldn't stop myself from thinking that something was not right.

« Hmm. » Vegas hands were already under my shirt, gently brushing my skin. « You maybe forgot to take off your shirt? Let me help you... »

« Stop! I'm serious! » I stopped Vegas who tried to undress me, but he managed to pull the collar of my shirt enough to reveal my shoulder.

As I was trying to figure out what I was missing, Vegas lips were slowly kissing my shoulder, leaving tiny wet spots all over their path.

Still, as if my hands had their own mind, I slowly grabbed Vegas's neck and gently brushed my fingers through his hair. I missed this softness so much it gave me comfort almost instantly.

My other hand started to slowly grab the back of his pants, gently stroking his butt cheek. Damn, how I missed feeling him...

But wait! Why am I still feeling there's something off? Is this about Venice? Or Macau? Is this about that phone call?