We'll Meet Again

Chapter Fourteen: It's A Sin

Alastor, knowing Vox's things which were being shipped separately, would be arriving sometime that week decided a full vacation might be in order. He called the station and confirmed with his secretary that he would be out for a week. It was the first time in his seven years of working there that he had asked for more than a day or two off. She assured him they would be fine and begged him not to fret over them. She was a good person and an even better employee. He reassured her and bid her goodbye. After, he called Mimzy back to let her know what had happened. She beamed, clearly very happy for him. She practically rushed him off the phone to go spend time with Vox. He was ecstatic to have him back but in a way, he also felt like a dog who finally caught the car he was chasing. Now that he had him, he had no idea what to do with him. Romance had been an uninteresting mystery to him until Vox appeared, and intimacy had been outright off-putting. Alastor was entirely sure he wanted to have a romantic relationship with Vox, but he was still anxious about the intimacy. Kissing him was wonderful once he understood the feeling. The way he had felt that night Vox had tried to take his pants off though, he wasn't sure he could tame that feeling or mold it the way he had kissing him. It was like every pleasant feeling and alarm bell in him went off all at the same time. Like being in a room with a dozen bands all playing different songs at the same time. Even if he loved one of the bands, it would be hard to pick them out of the noisy chaos. Vox had told him he could be happy just being with him, but Alastor wasn't sure he could be happy without giving him more. Vox interrupted his thoughts by stepping up behind him and wrapping his arms around him. He nuzzled into his back a little, inhaling deeply.

"We should whip up some food and head to bed, I'm exhausted."

Alastor smiled and put his arms over top of Vox's.

"Sure, whatever you want Chéri."

The casual dropping of a term of endearment would have been enough to catch Vox off guard by itself, but the little Creole twang Alastor put on the word made his knees feel weak.

"I'm going to need you to keep calling me that."

The pair separated and kissed. They moved to the kitchen to throw a quick meal together. It was nothing special, but they had all week to make special meals. They cleaned together, Alastor humming a cheery tune as they did. With the last dish put away Alastor took Vox's hand and led him away up the stairs. Vox felt excitement rising in him and tried to tame it, last time was still very present in his mind. He set his expectations low and followed dutifully. In all honesty, he would be happy just to not be sleeping alone. They entered the room and Alastor let Vox pass, closing the door once he entered. He took Vox's hand again and led him over to a chair facing the bed. Alastor sat in the chair, spread his legs, and pulled Vox close until his knees touched the chair. He sat back in the chair and looked up into Vox's blushing face. Alastor smiled at the sight of the rapidly spreading redness in his cheeks. Vox looked down but seemed to be having trouble making eye contact. His heart was racing, he had no idea what Alastor was planning here. What he did know was that he was going to need relief or a very cold shower before bed. Alastor reached up and took Vox's chin in his hands, holding it to maintain eye contact. As Alastor began speaking, he traced the finger he had been holding Vox's chin with down his jaw to the first button of his shirt.

"I am still not sure how much I can offer you in the way of physical intimacy. I do want to try something though, if you are interested."

He punctuated every few words by undoing a shirt button and moving to the next. Vox swallowed hard, finding it hard to think.

"I...whatever you want to do...I'm here for it. I just...please don't feel like you have to."

Alastor reached the bottom of the shirt and reached for the cuffs, unbuttoning them as well. Vox shivered as Alastor pushed the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.