fourstrings | When the world is too dark

When the world is too dark

[ The Evergreen has a strong no-assholes policy. This is undermined somewhat by the fact that Nick basically runs it now, but it means he can use himself as a gauge. If anyone’s a bigger asshole than he is, they get kicked out.

Steve is the kind of asshole who should have been kicked out way earlier. That’s on Nick. He was over-cautious, cut the guy too much of a break, because running this bar is the only thing that has him making enough cash to keep up with his responsibilities. He’d worried that word would get around that The Evergreen wasn’t a friendly place anymore, and he’d ruin the reputation Al had carefully built up for it over the years, drive customers away. And it’s not just because Al’s basically promised him the place and it’s his future he’s gambling on, but respect for Al. He built Nick sure as he built up this bar, and the very least Nick can do in return is not tank it. And in fairness, Steve had started slow: the kind of coarse jokes that are mean instead of funny, taking sly digs at people. Way too much flirting with women beyond the point it became clear that they didn’t want to be flirted with, at least not by Steve. Nick finally found his balls the night he’d rounded the corner to check there was enough paper in the johns and seen Steve caging a girl in against the wall, face leaning in even though hers was twisted adamantly away. He’d grabbed the man by collar and belt with no regard for the fact that Steve had a good three inches and 20 pounds on him, marched him out the door, and told him not to come back, ever.

Which means that Steve is now going on the Wall of Shame, and he’d been such a dick about it Nick wants to make it a special occasion. There’s a little florist across the street that’s probably gonna close down any day now, judging by the amount of foot traffic they get, so before opening the next day Nick heads over to give them a little last bit of support. There’s a little bell that rings cutely as he pushes the door open, a blast of welcome cool, fragrant air, and… the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on behind the counter. Blond hair in one of those trendy cuts that look goofy on most people that aren’t pop stars but somehow suits him just right, big eyes shaded with long lashes, a sweet little beauty mark.

Nick stops dead just inside the door, confident that if he takes one more step without preparation he’s gonna trip over his own feet. ]

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[ ... cute. cute!!!! vash's smile only gets wider. ]

Every day! [ kissing him right on the mouth. ]

Good morning, Nick, you're a really nice guy. [ another kiss. ] Good night, Nick, you're a really nice guy. [ another kiss, unable to stop himself from laughing. ] You look hot today, and you're a really nice guy.

No, come on-

[ It's making him feel all squirmy. It's not bad! Just... embarrassing. Which is why decisive action is called for - he takes a deep breath, grabs Vash's face in his hands, and kisses him. Firmly, and with a lot of tongue, in the hopes of breaking the flow. ]

[ laughing! even as wolfwood catches his mouth in a kiss, because vash knows a victory when he sees one. but it doesn't take away for it to melt into a low moan, to forget that the kiss is a way of shutting him up because wolfwood's tongue in his mouth makes it hard to think about anything else.

especially because wolfwood didn't bother to put the shirt back on, and when vash drops his hands to the other man's chest --

wow. ]

[ Okay, this plan is even better than he thought. Vash gets distracted pretty quick, and then he's got a hand on Nick's chest and that's great. He hums warm into the kiss, reaching a hand back to rub at the soft buzz of Vash's undercut just to feel it under his fingers.

If Rem really is looking down on Vash, they must make a hell of a picture. Nick in only his jeans, Vash in only a sweater. He hopes she'll have the sense to look away for a while. ]

[ vash hums a pleased little sound at the scritch of wolfwood's fingers over his undercut, the sensation sending shivery tingles down his spine. it feels like a great hardship to finally have to break the kiss just to breathe, but he doesn't let himself go far. keeps his hands sliding lazily down over wolfwood's torso, mapping out the muscle underneath his hands. ]

Are priests even allowed to be hot? I feel like everyone would just be thinking about sinning.

[ That's the kind of compliment he can take in stride. He laughs, arching into Vash's touch - a little to encourage more of it, a little to show off the goods. ]

Nah. I told you I quit, but the truth is they kicked me out. Couldn't keep up with the confessions. I can fill a collection plate like nobody's business, though. Couple of shirtless sermons and the youth group's funded for a year.

[ his appreciation of the view is written all over his face as wolfwood arches up into his touch, cheeks flushing and eyes going a little darker with want. ]

That's one way to get people to stop sleeping in on Sundays.

[ vash has never been religious, but faced with this? he'd never miss a sermon. ]

And here I am, trying to use my god-given skills to get someone into bed. It's a disgrace, I tell ya.

[ He leans in for another kiss, slow and wanting - and this time, he reaches back until he can give Vash's butt (or as much of it as he can get a hand on, sitting like this) a cheeky little squeeze. ]

[ vash doesn't know a ton about what god gets up to, but he feels like there's a case to be made here. surely, if god was opposed to wolfwood using his powers like this, he'd... make him uglier? strike him down with really bad acne, maybe.

the kiss makes his head spin, sends a little shiver down his spine, but he has to break it with a little laugh when wolfwood cops a feel. trying to make up for it by kissing along the line of wolfwood's jaw, liking the way his stubble tickles -- and, because turnabout is fair play, he's also getting a hand on wolfwood's ass so he can squeeze it. ]

[ There's that little return squeeze, and then Nick's laughing too. Loving it - how easy it is already, the comfort of joking around together without worrying that it's gonna ruin the mood. Vash is hot and funny and kind, and as much as it sucks that he has a pretty tragic background there's comfort in knowing Vash isn't going to view him as a pet project or someone who needs pity because he grew up in an orphanage. It's good, a sweet thing, worth hanging onto. He's sure of it already. ]

You're really somethin' special, you know that?

[ grinning up at him, wanting to seal the sound of that laugh away in his memory. ]

Would've sounded better if you said it before you copped a feel. [ teasing, obviously. the words curl themselves up warmly around vash's heart. ] Now I know you've got ulterior motives.

[ but! he wriggles so he can scoot himself backwards without jostling wolfwood off his perch, then flopping back onto the mattress and dragging wolfwood down for another kiss. humming at the feeling of the other man's weight pressing him into the mattress. ]

I'll remember for next time.

[ But that kiss is good, and he savors it, slow and appreciative. Only breaks it to start kissing over Vash's neck again, since he seems to like that - a gentle scrape of teeth, a swipe of his tongue as he lets one hand slide up that sweater again just to stroke over Vash's skin. Actually, hell with the sweater - it's a nice one, real soft, but he starts to slowly peel it up off Vash again just to feel him. ]

[ vash moans a low sound as wolfwood starts kissing a line down his throat, tipping his head back to give him better access. funny that he was so nervous about ditching the sweater just a little while ago -- now that they've gotten the initial reveal out of the way, he's all too happy to help wolfwood tug it the rest of the way off. just the feeling of their chests pressed together is enough to make him sigh a little sound, hands skating reverently down wolfwood's back. ]

[ There we go. Vash lets the sweater go easy, and now Nick has so much more of that warm skin to run his hands over. He does, pausing to give one nipple a little rub and tweak, loving the feel of it pebbling up under his touch. ]

I'm starting to think I'm gonna have to buy flowers for the guy I kicked out. If he hadn't been such an asshole, I wouldn't be here right now.

[ a little gasp as wolfwood's fingers find a nipple, arching up into him greedily. ]

You've got a lot of choices for -- ah -- gratitude. Could probably make a whole bouquet.

I know you'd make the perfect one. Seems like a hassle to give you money to make a bouquet to express my gratitude for me when I could just express it right here, though.

[ Mouthing against Vash's neck again, and his hand tracks down, down, down, over the curve of Vash's waist and the rise of his hip, until he can bring it neatly around and brush his fingers between Vash's legs. ]

[ the little ahaha is a breathless thing. ]

I've got a business to think -- aah..

[ so much for the business. because once wolfwood's fingers are stroking over him there, vash isn't thinking of anything else. his hips jerk up a little, almost automatically, drawn helplessly to that touch. ]

God. I love the way you sound.

[ He backs the claim up by stroking with a little more intent, fingertips firmer over where Vash is still beautifully wet, silken under his touch. Leans to steal the next kiss right off Vash's mouth, teeth tugging gently at his lip. ]

I've got another one of those fancy business plans. I start going in to work earlier every day, and you come over so I can eat you out in your lunch break.

[ vash whines a little sound against wolfwood's mouth as those fingers tease at him, heat fluttering at the pit of his belly at just the thought. it's crazy that a guy this hot wants him so much; vash keeps having to swat aside the urge to reach down and pinch himself, just to see. ]

Is that -- [ his voice catches shyly, but vash doesn't let that stop him for long. leaning up so he can nuzzle up against wolfwood's cheek, almost coy. ] ... all you wanna do?

No.

[ It's cute that Vash's voice catches like that but hell, Nick's almost feeling a little shy himself, despite the fact that his erection is back at full attention just with the question. There's a part of him that wants to check and double-check, check a third time just to be sure, and it's a little scary that he's already so into Vash he's terrified of blowing this by making himself seem like a fuckboy only after one thing. There's a balance to strike between sexy consent and anxiety, though, so he reminds himself to limit the asking. ]

I wanna be inside you. Do you want that? [ Oh, or! ] Or if you've got a strap, I'm up for that too.

Yeah.

[ heated, immediate. he doesn't have a strap, but holy shit is he gonna get one. as soon as they're done, he's grabbing his phone and making the purchase, complete with the fastest option for shipping they have.

but, for now: ] It's kinda --

[ objectively, vash feels like this is not a big deal. this belief doesn't stop him from blushing pink when he's actually forced to say it, though. ] ... uh. I mean, I've never... [ flustering a little! ] Which is okay! It doesn't change anything, I want to. I just, maybe, thought you should know.

[ Wait

what?

He watches Vash for a second, takes a breath. It doesn't make him want Vash any less - he's not one of those guys who gets all hype about the idea of being someone's first, but he's equally not someone who thinks that's too much responsibility - but as he keeps reminding himself, it's been a day. ]

I'm glad you told me. [ Automatically, reflexive. ] But are you sure? We just met. If you've waited this long...

[ Which might sound like he's trying to wriggle out of it, so he hastily adds: ]

I can wait, if you wanna take some time. You're worth it.

Ah, no!

[ just as immediate, punctuated by an emphatic shake of his head. ]

It wasn't, like, a thing. [ there's... probably no way to say this without sounding at least a little pathetic. ] It's tough to find someone who... uh... appreciates my whole package.

[ just being trans slices the dating pool down plenty, and then throw in the prosthetic and the scars? ... and okay, maybe if he's completely honest, vash might admit that he hadn't been looking that hard. rejection sucks, and there's nothing fun about feeling like it's inevitable.

he's happy with his life! he's not lonely, he has friends, he has nai. he hadn't been looking for a guy like wolfwood to come stumbling into his life -- not that vash is complaining! ] Lucky me, you've got great taste.

[ Oh. Well, that's... sad, but it's also (horribly) a relief. Means there's not a perfect scenario in Vash's head that he has to live up to, and better yet, that it's not something Vash feels like he has to do to keep him around. It's enough that when Vash makes the joke, Nick smiles wide and ducks in for a kiss. ]

That I do.

So should I...

[ He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans, cocks an eyebrow. And then raises it, once, twice, trying to turn it into confirmation and a joke. ]

[ relief! awkward confession out of the way, and it's (clearly) back to the fun stuff.

which is why vash gives a wolf whistle and then a little cheer. ]

Yessss! [ a very romantic and sexy chant of: ] Strip, strip, strip!

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