Prinxiety Short Stories.

Kissing Strangers

AU: Human
Ship(s): Prinxiety, Platonic Analogical, Picremy
Type: Angst (happy ending)
T/W: Drinking, crying, cursing.
Notes: :p

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      "I can't do this! I can't... do this anymore, Roman, I'm leaving." Virgil seemed to deflate with each word. He turned to pack some clothes.
       "Virgil—" Roman placed his hand on Virgil's shoulder. Virgil shrugged it off and turned to face him.
        "We aren't happy, Roman. It's not working! I love you, I love you so goddamn much, but we are not happy." Roman's eyes started to water.
      "If you love me then stay! I need you here, Virgil, please!" Roman begged.
      "We can't force this relationship. It's not what we need right now. I think we should see other people."
       Roman went silent for a moment.
       "So that's it?" He asked finally, refusing to meet Virgil's eyes.
       "I'm sorry." Virgil connected their lips in a sorrowful kiss before turning and trying to walk away, but he was stopped by Roman grabbing his wrist.
      "Please stay." Virgil's heart was breaking but he managed to tear his wrist away and walk out of the apartment.
      "Hey, Logan?" Virgil sniffled. His voice sounded tight and forced. "I need a place to stay."

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      Roman stared into his gin and tonic, hoping it would give him answers, advice, something. He hadn't stopped replaying the events of that night for the past five months. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stu-
      "Can I buy you another?" Roman looked up at the stranger. He had kind green eyes framed by tortoiseshell glasses, messy brown curls, a spray of freckles across his face, and a warm smile.
       Had he come up to Roman any other night, Roman would've said absolutely, turned on the charm, taken him back to his and Virgil's old apartment, and just pretend that none of it had happened. That this was Virgil he was with. Not some stranger he wouldn't remember in the morning.
      "I'm just here for the drinks, thanks." Roman smiled tightly, trying not to show the irritation in his voice. The man let out a surprised laugh.
      "Oh, I'm not trying to flirt. My husband's just over there, actually." The man jabbed his thumb over to a booth where a man with sunglasses and a leather jacket was telling a very animated story to two young women. "But, I'm a therapist. I can tell when someone's going through some quiznak. I'll talk through it with you if you'd like."
      Roman nodded, trying to keep his tears at bay. "Yeah, yeah that sounds fine." The man sat next to him and extended his hand.
      "I'm Emile Picani," The man shook Roman's hand politely.
      "Roman Prince."
      "So, what's up, Doc?" Emile asked with a smile. Roman told him everything. He didn't even realize he was crying until Emile offered him a tissue.
       "I really just want Virgil back. It's so empty without him. I haven't been sleeping right, eating right... everything just feels so wrong. It's like I need him to function." Roman threw back the last of his gin and tonic.
      "Tell him you want him back," Emile said simply.
      "He doesn't want to talk to me." Roman stared into his glass.
      "Maybe he's feeling the same way you are." Emile patted Roman's shoulder. "You never know for sure until you try. Go get your Prince Charming."
      "Babe? You ready to go?" Emile and Roman looked up to see the man with the sunglasses and leather jacket from earlier.
       "Hey, Rem. Yeah, sorry, let's go home. You got this, Roman." Emile stood and laced his fingers with his husband's.
       You never know for sure until you try. Roman turned Emile's words over in his head. He slammed some money on the counter and grabbed his coat, bolting out into the rain.
       Roman ran as fast as he could. The rain soaked through his jacket, left his hair dripping in front of his eyes, and his socks damp through his converse, but still he ran. He had to make sure Virgil knew how much he needed him.
        When Roman finally got to Logan's apartment building, he quickly buzzed the door bell. Logan's voice came through the com.
        "Roman?"
        "Hi! Logan, tell Virgil to open his window, please. I need to talk to him." Roman pleaded.
        "Roman, I could just let you in—"
        "No! He has to open his window!" Roman heard a sigh through the com.
       "One moment." Roman waited patiently. He saw Virgil's head poke out the window on the third floor.
       "Princey, what the hell?!" He called down, a note of worry in his voice. "It's almost midnight!" Roman smiled.
       "I know! I know this is cheesy as hell, and you probably don't want to see me! But, goddammit, Virgil Henry Underwood, I love you! I need you with me!"
      "Roman—" Roman cut him off before he could say more.
      "Yes, before you ask, I am a little drunk! But everything I say, I mean! I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you, Virgil! We can make it work because I love you, and you love me and I am willing to do whatever it fucking takes to get you to kiss me again!" Virgil stared for a moment before shutting his window.
      Roman could hear his heart break. It really was over.
     That was, until Virgil ran out into the rain, barefoot in his pajamas.
      "Virg—" Roman was cut off by warm lips on his own. The familiar taste of mocha coffee sent Roman into a spiral of memories, a thousand kisses from the past came flooding back. Their first kiss on the ferris wheel, sleepy morning kisses when they could barely find each other's lips, comforting kisses after bad days, all of them.
Roman's hands found their way to Virgil's waist, pulling the warmth of his body closer. When Virgil slowly pulled away, Roman could barely open his eyes.
"I love you too, Roman."