Pete's always been a joyful guy. Always has a smile for whatever issue he may come across, and he's always expecting the best from everyone. He's never gonna take just one side because he always thinks how he'd behave in both situations. That got him many many friends, but also got him lot of people who hated him. He didn't care though.
Vegas, on the other hand, has always been a serious and intimidating guy, as if he was some heir of a mafia or something. He looks intimidating as fuck and not many people dare to become friends with him. Actually, Vegas can only think of one person as a friend, and that's his brother Macau, and now Pete (kind of.) But he's fine, he's never had a problem with being a loner. He has dated boys ever since he knew he liked men but they all left him because they eventually got tired of him and his behavior. Vegas was fine with that though, he didn't care much about them anyways, and he was never truly satisfied.
But then Vegas entered Bubbles, Co. He applied to the position because he saw the ad online. He was already working at another company where, to be honest, he was being underpaid. He applied and was confident he was gonna get the job since he was very qualified. At the beginning he didn't know he was gonna share work with someone else, had he known before, he wouldn't have applied. He preferred working alone.
But when he got there the first day, he was immediately met with Pete. Smiley-eyes-dimpled-cheeks-Pete, who was pretty much the opposite of him but made him feel so welcome he couldn't really complain. Pete was very chatty, he was all over the place doing this and that. He was the most multitasking person he'd ever met and was immediately intrigued by his persona.
Vegas knows he liked Pete since the minute he laid eyes on his face and couldn't not dream of Pete that night. Vegas is very honest with his body and instincts, he can recognize when he likes someone but he'll never make the first move. He's used to always being hit on by the guys he's dated in the past. But he's never crushed so hard on someone before.
And Vegas can also guess Pete likes him back, because of Pete's reactions whenever they're too close. And what's with his ears getting dark red whenever he's shy or annoyed?
But Vegas is not used to making the first step. And it's killing him cause Pete is perfect, and he's so brilliant and smart and actually listens to whatever Vegas has to say. He's tried to casually ask Pete on a date but whenever he's about to, he gets shy and idiotic. Vegas is never shy but he just likes Pete that much.
Several weeks go by and Vegas gets so annoyed at himself for not speaking his mind. On a Wednesday afternoon though, after Pete went to have lunch with one of the AVPs, and he stayed organizing everything he's worked on since he started, Pete came back with a determined look on his face.
Pete entered their office and stood in the entrance by the door, while Vegas watched him confused. Pete ended up sighing, looking defeated with whatever way he had on his mind, and then sat on his chair.
"All good?" Vegas asked, with a confused smile on his face.
Pete thought about it for a second, then shook his head and said: "There's something I need to tell you..." Pete was flushed from head to toe, his hands fidgeting, a clear sign of nervousness, and Vegas could notice how Pete's chest came up and down at the accelerated breathing.
And Vegas knew it, that Pete was trying to confess and even though that would make Vegas's life way easier, he didn't want it to be like this, he needed to be the one to confess because it felt like he was drowning and Pete deserved to be approached directly.
"Pete, wait." Vegas interrupted when Pete took a breath to continue.
Pete waited with his brows raised in curiosity.
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