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Behind the Lights [VincentxRody]

TW slapjack 
{ my attempt at publishing something b4 i go on a summer vacation to mexico :] } 
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The lights blinded Vincent. There was no reason for there to be this many lights. This many cameras. He pulled his hat down over his eyes, shielding them from the blinding light as he walked toward the car. Vincent hated the fame that came with being an actor.
Sure, he was wealthy. He had everything he could possibly want or need. He had the looks and the skills. Heck he had a fan club. But he had no one to share it with.
Except Rody.
Rody smiled and waved, feeding off the lights. He stopped to sign pictures and posters, posing with fans, just enjoying the moment. He answered questions that were thrown at him from the fans.
"WILL YOU MARRY ME, RODY!" A crazed fangirl shouted. "Maybe one day!" Replied Rody. "HOW MUCH MONEY DO YOU MAKE?" A reporter asked while holding a microphone. "More than you!" Rody would flash them his signature smile, waving as both him and Vincent entered the car.
Immediately, Vincent slumped against the window." Vincent!" Rody whined, "you have to get the fans attention. You know they crave it, especially from you!" "I don't crave giving them attention." Vincent grumbled as the car drove away from the film set. "Atleast smile at one of them for christ sake, it'll make the press happy." Rody smiled. Vincent groaned, "Can we just got back to the hotel? I'm tired of your nagging." "Well! You're going to have to deal with it because we are sharing a hotel room!" Rody grinned,  watching the confusion on Vincent's face  turn into annoyance.
"Are you serious? Can the stupid producers not afford two SEPARATE rooms?" Vincent crossed his arms. "No its not that. There just wasn't any hotel rooms. Like the hotle was fully booked out." Rody scratched the back of his head. "How do you know this?" Vincent raised an eyebrow at Rody, unamused with the man sitting next to him. "Well, if you weren't so busy with... whatever you do on set, you would know. I actually talk to people." Vincent rolled his eyes, "I'm surprised they can put up with your annoying voice." Rody scoffed, "I think my voice is nice! And so does the public! So... so shame on you!"

《《 Time skip 》》

The two men lazed around their hotel room. It was awfully quiet. Vincent refused to answer or acknowledge Rody. After a few minutes of that, Rody got the hit that Vincent wanted him to shut up.
There wasn't much to do in the room, except watch the TV.
"Wanna play a game of cards?"A few minutes later, Vincent finally gave in, tossing a deck of cards on the bed where Rody sat. "Really! I mean.. sure, I could for a game of cards." Rody smiled, opening the deck of cards and shuffling them. "What are we gonna play?" Rody asked. "How about a friendly game of Slapjack?" Vincent sat on the bed with Rody, grabbing a pillow to lean on. "Okay..You're on!" Rody set up the cards and the two men began playing.

《《 Small time skip 》》

"Hey! That wasn't a jack!" Rody points at the card Vincent's hand was on. "It is a jack!" Vincent picks it up and shoves it in Rody's face. "That's a king." Rody covered his mouth to hide this laugh. "What!?" Vincent look at the card and groaned. "And here I was thinking you were good at this!" Rody laughed. Vincent places a card on the bottom of the deck and they continue playing.
A six...
A two...
A nine...
A jack!
Vincent's hand slapped the card first... and then came Rody's hand came and slammed against Vincent's. "Fuck!" Vincent raised his hand and shaked it, "Why are you slapping so hard! God, you almost broke my hand." "I.. I didn't mean too! Swear!" Rody nervously smiled, "It doesn't hurt that bad... right?" Vincent's face says other wise.
Rody got up and rummaged through the small fridge, taking out an ice pack. "Do you think you'll need thi-" Vincent jumped on top on Rody.
They both crashed into the ground.
"Hey!" Rody's surprise look quickly turned into a smile. The men wrestled. Vincent trying and failling to keep Rody pinned. Rody spun Vincent around easily, Vincent now on his back. Rody grabbed and pinned Vincent's wrist together. A big goofy smile was spread across Rody's face. Vincent also smile, still trying to wriggle out of Rody's hold. Vincent shifted his leg and raised his knee into Rody's chest. Rody loosened his grip and Vincent was able to push Rody off of him.
"Okay..",Vincent huffed, "I think thats enough..." "Why did you have to kick me?" Rody frowned, his hand on his chest."How else was I supposed to get you off me?" Vincent retorted. "Fair.." Rody smiled.
They sat there in silence.
"Why did you do that?" Rody asked the balck haired man. "I.. don't know.. it just felt... right..."
Rody's eyes lingered on Vincent.
Vincent's skin pale, almost white, as if he doesn't go put much. Vincent's eyes, grey and cold, a slice of warmth hidden beneath, meet Rody's. The lack of space between them notable. Their breaths mixed together.
Who's is who's?
Vincent lean closer, "You wouldn't mind if i..."
Rody meet Vincent's gaze. Rody's eyes were wide, confused at this fuzzy feeling in his chest. The familiar feeling Rody has for.. women. Not men. Why does Rody feel this why? For Vincent? Why Vincent? Rody feels as if he is being pulled in two. Either embrace this feeling and accept who it chooses or...
Vincent pressed his lips against Rody's.
Rody closed his eyes, welcoming the feeling with a warm smile. The feeling settles.

《《 no they don't fuck they have a very nice make out session.》》