Show and tell (𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬 // 𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕩 𝕍𝕠𝕩)

Part 6: Could today last forever?

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Vox wiped Alastor's hot tears with his hands, still holding his face. He smiled encouragingly at him. "While I'm gone, I want you to live in this house." Alastor goggled and looked around. It was beautiful. And much bigger than his current... living space, too. "I guess you'll be more comfortable here than in your radio tower." Vox explained. "That was the 'good' part of the surprise. So... surprise? " he chuckled awkwardly and moved his hands choreographically.

Alastor would normally never move from his tower. He loved it there. Even if one could not call it a real house. He was doing just fine, though. All he actually needed was his radio show (and, now Vox, apparently) to be happy, so he never once complained about the basic facilities the tower was lacking. Such as... a kitchen and a toilet. Vox scratched the back of his neck. 'I thought he'd love it. Maybe under other circumstances, he would... but I guess this just feels like a I'm-sorry-I'm-leaving-you-right-after-I-said-I-love-you type of gift. Well... the 'I love you' part was not on the plan...,' he looked at Alastor, who was looking around in disbelief, afraid to touch the expensive stuff, admiring everything.

With all that's happened, he didn't get the chance to appreciate the house. He turned his head up, and he spotted the chandelier. He spun, his eyes fixed up, gazing upon the beauty of something he had never seen before. He reached his hand to feel the material, but he tripped over the coffee table, falling flat on his face. He quickly stood up, in a blink of an eye, and turned around slowly to see if Vox had noticed. Vox covered his mouth with his hand, holding his laughter back. He then started coughing violently, hoping this wouldn't come off as laughing at him. Because he actually wasn't. He just found him adorable. He wanted to squeeze him so hard, to hug him so tight, to never let go of him. 'Although it wasn't on the plan... I'm so glad it happened.' He had thought that it would be hard to leave without letting Alastor know his feelings for him, without shooting his shot at all. But this was somehow even worse.

Alastor had crossed his arms, looking on the floor, trying desperately to think of something that would take Vox's mind off of his clumsiness while feeling steam coming out of his face. He knew he was blushing again, something that made him ten times more embarrassed. "Soo," he finally said. "You had mentioned 'spending a perfect day with me'. What was the plan anyways? " he asked, genuinely curious, but also proud he had thought of something to say. "Oh! Right. Well, we ain't doing that today, Al," he stated. "What do you mean? It's our last day together, Vox. I want to follow your plan," nagged Alastor like a toddler. "Okay, my plan was to spend the day on the beach, but since you had a heat stroke, we won't," Vox explained simply. Alastor rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on! We're past that, silly! I told you: I'm fine. I've been fine for hours now." He raised his eyebrow, suddenly smiling. "To be precise, better than fine..." he added.

Vox returned the grim. He sighed and got close to Al. "Okay, fine, let me just check your temperature real quick, and if, only if, you're fine, we'll go." He bent over and pressed his lips onto Al's forehead. Alastor held his breath. Vox stayed there longer than needed. When he stopped, his gaze met Al's. Now, it was Vox's time to blush. Alastor moved his head towards Vox, who was standing there still, frozen. Al got even closer, breathing heavily. At a leisury, hesitant pace, he placed his lips upon Vox's, very gently and carefully. His heart was racing, and he had severe chills throughout his entire body. Vox's lips responded to the call and he put his hands around Al's neck. Al smiled and caressed his cheek. He stopped and looked at Vox. "So, am I still hot?" he asked casually. "Very," replied Vox without second thought.

Alastor touched his own forehead, confused. Vox gasped and buried his face in his hands. His embarrassed giggle was muffled. "I didn't mean... I was talking about..." he groaned, feeling worse. Clueless Alastor patted his back without knowing what was so damp embarrassing. "I mean... I didn't feel me hot, but I don't know. Maybe check again?" he suggested. "No, no, you're fine now, I just... got a little confused, that's all." Alastor giggled. "No need to be that dramatic, Voxy! The important thing is that we can... go to the beach now!" Alastor spread his hands enthusiastically into the air.