From Frost to Flame

Part 64: Coffee and Blushes

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No proofreading.. just a quick chapter straight from the heart. I hope you love it! If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment or share what you think. 

After the kiss, they didn't pull away. Instead, Vegas slid his arms around Pete's waist, resting his face softly against Pete's shoulder. The warmth of Vegas's breath brushed over Pete's skin, steady and comforting.

Pete's cheek found its place in the hollow of Vegas's neck, the faint scent of fresh soap and clean skin filling his senses. His hand rested lightly on Vegas's bare back, fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns over the damp skin beneath the towel.

They stayed like that—close, quiet, wrapped in the simple, perfect presence of each other. The world beyond the walls fell away, leaving only the rhythm of their breathing and the steady beat of their hearts.

Then—knock, knock.

A soft, polite rap at the door.

A calm voice came through, gentle but clear: "Good morning, Mr. Vegas. Breakfast is ready whenever you are."

"Okay, I'll be there in a moment," Vegas said quietly through the door.

Vegas's fingers lingered a moment longer on Pete's waist before he slowly stepped back, the towel shifting slightly as he moved.

Pete smiled softly, warmth blooming in his chest. "Looks like it's time."

Vegas returned the smile, eyes bright and tender. "Yeah. Let's go."

Vegas reached for the black shirt folded neatly on the chair. His movements were slow, deliberate—as if savoring the moment before breaking the quiet spell between them.

The fabric slid over his damp shoulders, soft and cool against his skin, the shirt molding smoothly to the curves of his chest.

Pete's breath hitched slightly, eyes locked on Vegas's every movement.

Then, Vegas's hand moved toward his pants.

At that exact moment, Pete's gaze dropped, cheeks flushing, and he quickly turned away, overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of the moment.

Vegas caught the flicker of heat in Pete's eyes before he looked away, and smirked knowingly.

Adjusting the waistband, Vegas glanced back over his shoulder.

Pete swallowed hard, heart pounding in his ears—and then, unable to hold the gaze any longer, he kept his eyes fixed on the window.

Vegas stepped closer, the familiar smirk tugging at his lips. The space between them hummed with unspoken words, the quiet tension thick and alive.

Reaching out, Vegas let his hand brush gently against Pete's arm—a light, grounding touch that pulled them back from the brink of distance, reminding them both they weren't alone in this moment.

"Pete," Vegas murmured, voice low but certain.

Pete turned just enough to meet Vegas's eyes again, a rush of longing and nervous excitement swirling beneath his skin.

Vegas's eyes softened. "You don't have to look away, Pete."

Then, without hesitation, Pete closed the last few inches between them, his hands reaching up to cradle Vegas's face once more.

 Pete kissed him—hard, desperate, like he was trying to make the moment last forever.

Vegas froze for a heartbeat, surprised, before melting into the kiss, his own hands finding their way into Pete's hair, holding him close.

It was raw and unfiltered, a release of everything Pete had been feeling but couldn't say aloud