The Art Of Love [VP-FF]

Chapter 2

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Pete lay in his bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Midnight.

He couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He couldn't shake the memories of Vegas—the way he treated him with kindness and respect, the reassurances he offered, the genuine affection in his gaze, and the tender kiss he bestowed upon his forehead. Each moment replayed in Pete's mind like a cherished melody, filling him with warmth and longing.

He traced his fingers over the spot where Vegas's lips had touched his forehead, feeling a lingering tingle. Despite the fleeting nature of their interactions, Pete couldn't deny the pull he felt towards Vegas, a yearning to see him again.

Blushing at the realization that he already missed someone he had spent only a couple of hours with, Pete couldn't help but admit to himself that he wanted more. More moments, more conversations, more chances to unravel the enigma that was Vegas.

Closing his eyes, Pete whispered into the stillness of the night, "I hope this isn't just a dream. I want it to be real."

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“Are you ready?”

Pete nodded at his father and followed him outside. The walk down the path was symbolic of the home he’d left and returned to, leading him to the future. The sun shone bright and hot in a cloudless blue sky. The vines and red barns shimmered in the distance against the backdrop of the mountains. A hawk lazily circled above, dipping gracefully, then rising back in flight.

Pete's gaze lifted and met his. Time slowed. Stopped. Then pushed forward as it always did, bringing him closer. The music rose in the air but every step toward Vegas was at his own pace and his own choice. His father kissed his cheek and stepped away. Pete tilted his chin up and stared at the man he's going to fall in love each time. A beautiful smile curved Vegas's lips and gleamed in his eyes.

Pete repeated the words with everything he was. Vegas repeated them back with the ring of truth and reverence in his voice.

Vegas sealed every vow and promise with a kiss on Pete's forehead. Tender as ever.

After all , it's a dream like reality.

They danced and ate and spoke with guests until the sun hovered in warning. Pete looked for Vegas but he was talking to a large group, so he grabbed a glass of champagne and slipped away.

He walked toward the highest hill which overlooked the scenery. He chose this dress with alot of planning but the scenery was to die for. So, ignoring the white of his dress,  he settled on the grass, kicked off his shoes, and watched the glowing orange disk sink slowly over the horizon. The rosy glow of sherbet pinks blended together in a perfect canvas. He sat in silence, soaking in the beauty around him, until he heard Vegas draw near.

He turned to Vegas. Vegas sat beside him on the grass. The elegant cut of his tuxedo emphasized his broad chest and shoulders, moving with each graceful step like a welcoming lover. Jaw cleanly shaven, hair neatly slicked back, he cut an impressive figure. The grin that curved his lips was devastatingly masculine.

“You look beautiful today.”

Vegas's gaze traveled over the body-hugging lace of Pete's dress, sweeping over the skin laid bare by the see through silk top, the vulnerable nape of his neck
exposed by his intricate updo.