Vinliam Oneshots II •🦢•

Soft Au: Coffee Spill

★ Disclaimer: This AU has two Vincent's: William's toxic husband and another Vincent who is actually meant to be William's soulmate. The man is this chapter is the second Vincent to avoid any confusion. ★

William's thin lips hummed a gentle melody as his slender body weaved effortlessly through and past the dozens of coffee tables scattered around the Café.

It was a typical Wednesday, his shift was currently midday, and the faint aroma of bitter beverages and sweet pastries was filling his head. It wasn't rush hour yet, so he took things calmly so as to not overstimulate himself. Most people here were old couples or snarky business men who would only sit at the corner tables and order the most dark of coffee's. Besides that, it was very relaxing for him.

He leaned over the marble counter where the machines were located, his breathing steady and his amber eyes glued to the humming of the Android. It was only him on the shift this hour, but it's not like anybody had come in. The bell on the door remained silent and the remaining customers seemed content with what they bought.

William exhaled slowly, despite being a job, this was an escape for him. Seeing as his husband didn't work, at all, and was pissy whenever William asked him to get a job.. , and William completely left that rotten franchise, someone needed to pay and it ended up being him. It's earnings were very good for a simple Café job, and he didn't have to worry about Vincent's feeling's for more than a quarter of the day. No yelling or cursing, no forceful grabs, and no squirmy sensations in his stomach that made him want to puke.

Altogether, it was amazing meeting the generous frequent customers and the peculiar newly-acquainted ones. He felt free here, as silly as it might be.

The doorbell rang softly.

His dazzling eyes blinked from his phone screen over to the Café's glass doors. A middle-aged man entered, and instantly, William's attention was captured. Broad shoulders, a curvy posture, an effortlessly intimidating style – a black sleeveless turtleneck, a slight goth edge – and icy blue eyes that held a strange, magnetic pull. And a blond wolf cut that reached to his lower back and framed his sharp jaw messily. Despite his imposing figure, the man wore a genuine grin that softened his entire presence.

He sauntered up to the service counter, his cold eyes meeting William's warm eyes in a way that sent a jolt right through him. William stared in fascination, the man looked similar to Vincent... his appearance and accent especially, but his personality was quite the opposite, he gave off an energy Vincent never did.

"Aye, doll," the man's voice was deep, smooth. He leaned in, resting his large hand on the counter, inches away from William's meanwhile taking his wallet from his pocket. "I'll take a white mocha."

William's heartbeat fastened, his eyes blinking furiously. Something about him made William instantly attracted, instantly head over heel. William took the pounds from him, making note of the black nail polish he had on, and how large his fingers were compared to William's. As he reached for the register, his fingers brushed against the stranger's hand, lingering a little longer than necessary. The man's skin was cold to the touch, a stark contrast to William's warmth.

"Sure thing," William replied, his voice softer than he intended. He fumbled with the cash register, his mind racing as he handed the man his change. Their fingers touched again, and this time, the man's hand lightly squeezed his in return. A teasing smile played on the man's lips.

William's face flushed as he quickly turned around and busied himself with making the mocha, but he couldn't stop himself from stealing glances. The man had taken a seat at a nearby table, his legs stretched out as he casually flipped open a notebook. He scribbled something down, but every so often, William could feel those icy blue eyes watching him.

William had to look away, it would be odd if the man caught him staring for that long.

His feet rocked back and forth. He blushed furiously, the petname and the smile that remained on the man's face was driving him a little crazy. Maybe he was already crazy, he was married, why was he crushing on a customer that had only been here for a minute or two?

Eventually, he had finished the mocha. He had to take a few deep breaths and pace back and forth before he decided to head over to the table where he sat. Clenching onto the coffee cup, he made his way over, slipping through the narrow rows of tables.

When William brought the mocha to the table, the man leaned back in his chair, smiling up at him. His hand reached out, brushing William's fingers as he took the cup, deliberately slow.

William could feel his breath hitch at this. And before he knew it, he accidentally felt his fingers go loose at the cup. He gasped and leaned forward to catch it, but he was too late.

...

Strong arms caught his body, and as he frantically looked over, it seemed that the cup of coffee dropped onto the seat, but did not spill onto him or the man as it was still closed. He tried to look over for where he was as his mind was flushed with embarrassment and nervousness, until he realized the one holding him was the man.

William gasped and he squirmed softly in his arms, until that very man whispered in his ears. "That was quite the fall, darlin'.." An almost inaudible chuckle escaped his lips, breathing hot air onto his earlobe.

William shivered and still wasn't able to get out of his arms, instead they only seemed to pull him back into this stranger's huge figure. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just almost.. accidentally dropped the coffee.." He stuttered, finally being released.

He stood and rearranged his wrinkled shirt, his breathing erratic. The man, with his imposing body and icy blue eyes, leaned back into his seat, watching William intently, as if amused by the whole ordeal.

"Don't worry about it," he whispered, his voice laced with the same teasing edge. His lips curved into a slow, charming smile, one that sent a shiver down William's spine. "Accidents happen, doll."

William managed a small, flustered nod, unsure how to reply with the strange mixture of relief and tension bubbling up inside his chest. He picked up the cup from the seat, checking quickly for any spilled coffee on the wooden floor before placing it carefully in front of the man.

"Here's your mocha," William murmured, avoiding the man's intense blue gaze. His hands were still shaky, but he tried to form a polite smile.

"Thank you," The man's fingers brushed against William's hand again as he accepted the cup. Their touch was brief, but deliberate, as if he wanted to be as close as he could to William on purpose. "You've been lovely, doll," he added with a wink that made William completely freeze. He couldn't pinpoint the last time anyone had made him feel like this, he wasn't uncomfortable with all the flirting, like Vincent made him feel. This feeling.. this feeling was lovely, it made him flutter inside as if he was a teenager in love.

Before William could ponder anymore, the other man stood up, towering over him. He took one slow slip from the mocha, the tip of his tongue licking it's rim softly while his intense gaze remained in eye contact with William. Who seemed to be crumbling under all the obvious lewd flirting.

"I'll be back around soon," the man said, his voice low and smooth. His eyes flicked toward the door, then back to William, holding his gaze for a moment longer than necessary. "Next week, maybe." He smiled.

William blinked, feeling his face flush once again. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the man slipped a few bills onto the table as a tip and gave him one last glance over his shoulder.

With a casual wave, the man turned and strode out of the café, his broad shoulders disappearing through the glass doors just as quickly as he had appeared. The bell above the door jingled softly as it closed behind him.

William stood there for a moment, rooted to the floor.

He was going to return.

And William wasn't sure whether to be thrilled or terrified by that thought.