Vegaspete Oneshort

perfection :part 2

Vegas was still smiling.It had been fifteen minutes since he placed Pete's head on his lap, and he hadn't stopped smiling once.

The driver? Terrified.He had been working for Vegas for years and had never -not even once seen his boss this soft.But today?

Vegas was sitting back relaxed, stroking Pete's hair with infinite patience, as if he had all the time in the world. What the fuck...??? How his boss changed so much???

Pete shifted slightly, pressing his face against Vegas' stomach, rubbing his nose against the fabric of his suit.

Vegas smile .Because it was too cute.
His heart felt like it was being squeezed.

He tilted his head back slightly, exhaling, trying to calm down.

"Pete," he murmured, barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake him but needing to say his name anyway.

As expected, Pete didn't respond.
Vegas sighed again, but this time, there was pure fondness in it.

The car ride continued in complete silence, aside from Pete's soft breathing and the occasional shocked glance from the driver through the rearview mirror.

Vegas ignored him.

Instead, he continued his careful worship-his fingers gently running through Pete's soft strands, occasionally stopping to massage his scalp.

Pete sighed again, snuggling closer.

Vegas felt like his heart was going to explode.

This man is going to kill me, he thought.

And I'd let him. Vegas thought with a smile...

-

At the mansion...

The car came to a smooth stop.
Vegas looked down.

Pete was still fast asleep, completely unaware that they had arrived.
Vegas didn't move.Didn't even try to wake him.

Because why would he?Pete was comfortable. Pete was warm. Pete was in his lap and it's important..

The driver, however, was on the verge of a breakdown.

Was Vegas really going to sit there all night just because his husband was asleep?

Yes. Yes, he was.Vegas wouldn't move until Pete woke up on his own.

But just then-

Pete stirred.

Vegas immediately held his breath.

Pete's brows furrowed, his fingers twitching slightly against Vegas' shirt.

Then-finally-his eyelashes fluttered open, revealing sleepy, confused eyes.

He looked up at Vegas blinking slowly, still half in a dream.

Vegas smiled seeing Pete sleepy state..

"Morning, sleepyhead."

Pete frowned. "Mmm... not morning..." His voice was hoarse, laced with drowsiness.

Vegas chuckled, low and deep. "No? What time is it then?"

Pete blinked again, thinking way too hard. Then, after a long pause-

"...My time."

Vegas stared.

Then-He laughed.A genuine, full laugh. That one that melted Pete heart...

Pete had no idea what was so funny, but he liked the sound of it.Still, he wasn't fully awake yet.

So instead of questioning it, he yawned and buried his face in Vegas' stomach again.