A Song Only You Can Hear: kimchay + Vegaspete

Chapter 22

Alright you guys here you go. As always I hope you enjoy. I'm half asleep so if you see any mistakes feel free to correct me.

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Vegas had lied to Macau to get him to go on this trip and that made him feel guilty. Macau and Chay were due back in two days and Vegas felt the guilt turn into a ball in his stomach. Pete was watching him pace back and forth. They had just put Venice down for a nap and were now in the kitchen. Pete sighed as he watched Vegas walk around. “Vegas, will you please stop pacing you’re giving me a headache,” Pete said, approaching him and pulling him towards a kitchen chair to sit. Before Pete can try to comfort him his phone rings.  “Hello, Macau?” Vegas can hear laughter from his brother's end. He sounds happy like he's having a great time. Vegas watches and listens as Pete talks "Do you want to speak to Vegas" and Vegas smiles grimly at Pete. 

"Ah you're just calling to say hi? Alright I'll tell him for you, Macau be careful we love you, yeah bye" 

After Pete hangs up he walks towards Vegas who puts his arms around him. "You see? He's fine, he's having a great time" Vegas nods and smiles at Pete. Vegas grabs Pete's chin and kisses him deeply.  They stay that way for a bit and as their breathing gets heavier Pete stands pulling him they continue kissing and bumping into anything and everything. Pete then Jump's onto Vegas who automatically holds him and begins walking upstairs into their bedroom. He holds him up against the door kissing him, biting his lip pulling at it "Uh vegas" Pete moans softly. 

Vegas throws Pete down on there bed roughly and they tear their shirts off. Vegas laughs as Pete grabs his hand putting it around his throat. "Pete" Vegas says grinning down at him "You're such an addict" he says not putting any pressure around Pete's throat just yet. " Stop talking and take off your pants already" Pete responds in a rush. 

Vegas laughs and does as told, leaving his hand around Pete's throat but making a point by not actually putting any pressure on it. He leans down and leaves hickeys on Pete's chest taking things slow just to bother him a little. 

"Vegas" Pete looks up at him impatiently. "What" he says raising a brow " thought we'd be a little more gentle this time around" he says grinning. "You're doing it on purpose, theirs not a gentle bone in your body when we fuck we both know this" Pete says frustrated. "Now stop messing around and choke me!"

Vegas laughs as he begins to choke Pete softly. Leaning down to whisper in Pete's ear " You're not going to be able to walk for a week after this!" Making Pete buck up onto vegas' hard on. Vegas yanks Pete's jeans off throwing them across the room, his boxers following. He sinks into Pete in one move while choking him, putting more pressure than before making Pete gasp eyes open wide. He stars moving his speed increasing, Pete moaning tears falling from his eyes. "Fuuck, yeees" is all Vegas can hear him repeat as his hold on Pete's throat loosens a bit and moves it topetes shoulder. The first thing Pete does is grab his hand and puts it back around his throat "No, choke me I need it." He says. Vegas can't do anything but oblige.