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“I can’t go home right now.”
He’s only had one drink, but just as the vodka went down burning sweet and sharp, the piled-up bitterness could not be contained anymore.
“Because if I meet him on the landing or he decides to come over for whatever reason, I just can’t deal with him right now. I can’t look him in the eye and pretend nothing’s wrong, you know? Tomorrow I will, but just not now.”
The blabber was unnecessary and lame, but it’s not like it makes much difference now. His chest feels empty and there’s a painful knot in his throat he can’t swallow, he’s chilled to the bone from the night’s breeze. As he follows Valentin up the dark staff staircase at the back of the club, he can’t help thinking that he should have gone to a hotel instead of imposing on the kid in this ill-advised manner, but he doesn’t trust himself to be alone, he doesn’t think he can fend off the overwhelming desire to numb the murky mix of bad feelings in an even more ill-advised way.Clearly, it was a bad idea wanting to know more. Wanting to see for himself.Because now it all lingers in the back on his mind - the smoke-infested place, the walls of a nondescript dark color and worn vinyl sofas, the mismatched high stools along the unpolished and visibly stained counter. Adnan's club may be a shithole in essence, but compared to that pub the serving area looks classy even.His purpose was unclear even to himself and at first Valentin didn’t want to tell him more, to give any details as to why he’d 'thought it might be her'.
Monika.
She didn’t look the part tonight - although it might depend on the part, considering - simple skinny black jeans, a plaid shirt in a tame blend of colors, very little makeup. Her hair was very beautiful; shiny, slightly wavy strands falling past her shoulders, a tad too light to be called golden. Naturally blonde. Her eyes were blue and lively, and her whole complexion bore an air of unexpected freshness and innocence.Lovino thinks he can tell why Feli was smitten at first sight.Suddenly, it all seemed all the more sinister. He saw the girl smile to the man in front of her and felt bile rising in his throat. Although it wasn’t really her fault, she was just doing a job. She's just a prostitute.Then he needed a drink, badly, and finally knowing that he doesn’t want to talk to her. What was there to say, even? So he sat down, turned away and did his best to focus on Valentin despite his churning stomach. And then the thought occurred to him, even before putting any alcohol in his mouth."Have some vodka, it's cleaner," Valentin said, picking something blue and non-alcoholic from the menu in turn before unexpectedly deciding to spill the beans. "I bumped into her at the elevator, in your building, and when I heard her speak-... I made the connection."
"Our office building?"
"No, where you live."
"You saw her coming out of Nonno's apartment, didn't you."
"Look, she really doesn't have anything to do with Mr. Adnan. When I met her, she was very well dressed, classy. Like an escort, you know, the kind you can take to fancy places and pass for a real date. Expensive. Mr. Adnan doesn't have girls like that."
“Here,” Valentin finally says, fumbling with the keys. He pushes the door open and reaches for the light switch when Lovino grips his arm. “What?”Some clarity descends on him at last, making his mouth dry.“This is… wrong, isn’t it? I mean, why would you-… and aren’t you, I don’t know, seeing someone?” Yeah, this came out wrong. Fucking hell. “You seriously don’t have to do this just to help me out and I really don’t want to make any trouble for you. I’m not some spoiled brat who-“But then Valentin moves to switch on a flickering, pale yellowish bulb and lets out a huff. “It’s alright, I offered, remember? Come on in. And it’s not like one can really date in this line of work,” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes.Lovino follows, gliding over the underworldly vibe of that and instead thinking it’s well past midnight and still a bit wary of the ‘staff’ probably sleeping in the other rooms. He makes his way inside as quietly as possible.“Fuck, I’m so ashamed,” he blurts out under his breath, looking awkwardly around the austere but tidy and clean little room.Valentin sighs, shrugging out of his jacket and putting it on a coat hanger, after which he does the same with Lovino's, slipping it off his shoulders with gentle moves, as if it's the most natural thing in the world."You didn't do anything wrong," he whispers softly, unexpectedly cupping Lovino's face with both hands, his eyes large and dark."Okay?"Yeah. He didn't do anything right either. He only did what he was told and will keep doing so. Only, now he has the other's closeness and the warmth of his hands to distract him, and he can't ignore it any longer. He thinks that maybe he could forget about that thing if even for a short while."Please, I-..."Definitely not a great line, but he's badly out of hand.Granted, he’s never dated much, but it still feels like ages ago; ages since Nonno’s quagmire of bullshit took over his whole life, since he’s worn anything but dark suits. It's as if his body has almost forgotten the feeling of jeans, and creased soft cotton t-shirts, of anything that isn't crisp and tight and in some way confining. It also feels like ages since he's been anywhere for reasons other than work.He reaches out slowly, running his fingers through Valentin's hair."I mean, only if you really want to-.... I could settle for booze, I just need to forget for a little bit." He glances into those dark eyes with no desire to hide, biting his lip with a bitter smile. "Forget the kind of man I am, I guess.""Lovino, I don't keep alcohol in my room. Being around the bar is hard enough for me."Valentin finally shifts, letting his eyelids fall shut for a moment and about to pull away. "And whatever kind of man you are, I'm not the one to judge."Oddly, there's no defeat in that statement, just fact. Acceptance. It looks so damn easy when it must be anything but.And he doesn't know if that's a yes or a no, but he's had enough of this slowly-building tension between the two of them and takes a small step further, into Valentin's space, and kisses him on the mouth; just a barely-there brush of lips, tentative and giving him the chance to back away without making it too much of a rejection."Tell me what you want."The whisper is so soft that Lovino thinks he might have imagined it, in the warm space between their breaths, and not just because it's too much like his fantasy. It sounds almost too good to be true.And what he wants is vague, instead he knows for sure what he doesn't and that's to call the shots or be in control in any way. If anything, he wants to lose, abandon himself completely in this moment."I want you to take charge of me."Normally, he wouldn’t say it so easily, not without blood rushing in his face or averting his gaze, or at least some nervousness, but now the pain and the alcohol have fully taken away that edge of restraint, made him free in that kind of reckless way he – most ironically! – was always keen to avoid.Valentin only raises an eyebrow, appearing thoughtful for a split-second. "Uh, just so you know I'm not so much into being a top, but okay," he says, followed by a small playful grin.Clearly there's more they should have discussed first, like how this is a no-strings-attached thing which won't mean anything come morning - at the very least - or safety, or-… but it all flies out of Lovino's mind when he's pressed flat against the wall and Valentin kisses him back determined, open-mouthed, boldly pushing his tongue in.Peppermint and fruity sweetness mingle with the smoky bitterness from his last cigarette and he's kind of at a loss as to what to do, only hooking his fingers into the other's jeans waistband.As he's gently guided towards the bed, Valentin doesn't let go of his lips except to efficiently remove both their shirts and when Lovino reaches up to tug at the hair band, letting all of his hair loose to spill onto his shoulders; he sinks his fingers fully into the luscious, soft strands, caramel-tinged now under the dim yellow light, enjoying the rich feel of them."I will need you to be very quiet now. Maybe… bite your lip as hard as you can," Valentin whispers into his ear when his back hits the mattress, the sheets freshly cool against his already hot skin, and the words alone are enough to make his blood rush decidedly south. He can guess that little grin this time without seeing it.Valentin's hands are light and warm on his body, and his lips endearingly soft as they leave his mouth to trail down his chin, along his jaw line and further down his neck, but the deliberately slow pace speaks of teasing more than of passion. Lovino tucks a strand behind Valentin's ear, loosely combing his hair over one shoulder, and wonders what the guy would be like with an actual lover; because one doesn't need an awful lot of experience to figure out what this is.Power play in a more refined, performative form, but power play nevertheless.But he absolutely doesn't mind. More than that, his jeans feel even tighter at the thought of for once being dominated by someone who actually knows what he's doing and can get him all hot and bothered so quickly.He runs a hand down the other's torso, over his taut stomach and thumbs his button open; he doesn't get to do more because his fingers are captured, then his wrist and then Valentin catches both his hands and brings them up over his head."Please behave," he advises with a click of tongue. "Can you do that for me?"Lovino nods with a huff, hoping his impatience has not gone unnoticed, but Valentin doesn’t let go. Instead he leans over, eyes wide and dead serious.“Well ?”“Yeah,” Lovino breathes out, throwing his head back against the pillow.“Good.”Suddenly there's a loud noise out in the corridor, a door being slammed followed by voices, and he nearly bolts upright, already with a mind to jump off the bed, but Valentin holds him down."FUCK! Tell me you locked the door?!""I don't know, did I?" the kid says, biting his lip cheekily. He still grips Lovino's shoulder with one hand, pinning him to the mattress and holding his gaze intently while he unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the zipper. “But it’s better like this, no? With a little danger?”Lovino lets out a breath, relaxing as he remembers Valentin reaching past him to turn the key in the lock earlier. Still, he’d lie if he were to say that having nothing but some thin walls between him and those thugs doesn’t unsettle him at least to some extent. “I don’t like danger,” he grumbles.“Hmm… I think you do,” Valentin counters, tapping the tip of his nose with one finger. Then he goes down again, and puts his mouth around one of Lovino's nipples.He swirls his tongue around it artfully, making whatever worry go away, replaced by renewed heat. Lovino stifles a moan, arching further into his touch, and lifts his hips to be finally rid of his trousers. By now, he's unbearably hard and the loss of clothing is little relief, he needs something done and he needs it now.Only, Valentin clearly doesn't plan to hurry; he takes his time reaching to fish something from the bedside drawer, accidentally-on-purpose teasing him with his weight. When he finally gets up, his mouth stretches again into a grin, wider this time, eyes shining with mischief."…do you want me to turn-""No, I want to see your face when I fuck you. But you can close your eyes if it's too much."Definitely not. He wants to see everything.He sits up on his elbows, tilting his head in challenge with a lopsided smile. "Nope. Do your worst."Again, something he wouldn't say if he wasn't-... what, drunk? Infatuated? He can't put his finger on it, but what's the point? Right now, he feels too good and above him Valentin matches his smile, running his hands up and down onto his thighs, spreading them apart a little more.Despite the mischievous vibe, he turns out to be gentle and thorough; he warms the lube carefully between his fingers, applies himself to properly working his inner muscles loose, but his fingers remain teasing, carefully avoiding his prostate just like he avoided purposely touching his cock until now."Please," Lovino whispers, even if he doesn't really plan on giving in. Even this edging feels too good and he wants to enjoy it fully."Please what?"He lets out a small snicker, licking his lips. "Please take off your pants already, I've been waiting for it all night.""Oh, really?"Valentin grins again, but he averts his gaze this time, a little flustered, and it shows even more when he throws his hair back and stands up on the bed. Does he really not know how pretty he is, Lovino wonders, letting his gaze trail over that pale skin and slender limbs, not very muscular but still packing enough strength, the flat stomach, the delicate hips.The sight of his happy trail and finally his cock makes him twitch.It's nothing impressive but it fits the pretty picture, and through the lustful haze he makes a mental note - just as Valentin sinks back to his knees between his legs and rips a condom wrapper slowly with his teeth - that if there's ever a next time, he should fucking make an effort and top.It'd be totally worth exploring all that beauty, put his hands everywhere, have all of Valentin to himself to enjoy.When that familiar, stretching burn comes, it's so satisfying that Lovino sinks a little deeper into the mattress, thrusting his hips up and wrapping his legs around Valentin's hips, instantly wanting to feel him deeper inside.
Fuck, it's really been too long.
Valentin rolls his hips slowly at first, letting him adjust, but captures his wrists again and holds them above his head, still not paying his throbbing cock any attention. Soon, he settles into a stronger rhythm, but it's still short of hard enough, barely grazing against Lovino's prostate, the not-quite-there sensation only amounting to more edging.He's closer and closer, the tension in his body at an all-time high, and it drags to the point where he loses grip of actual time and all he can think of is coming. He needs more, deeper, faster, only it’s over much too soon and he flinches at the sudden emptiness when the other pulls out and away.But then Valentin scoots down, shaking his hair out of the way, and gives his painfully hard length a long swipe with the flat of his tongue before taking him fully in his mouth in one go. The sudden heat is too much, the view, the thought of being deepthroated like this and Lovino comes violently, one hand fisted in Valentin’s hair and the other pressed hard against his own mouth.He really needed this, and after all the tension, the afterglow is comforting even if fatigue kicks in fast and he's grateful when the other settles next to him under the blanket in an almost-cuddle.And then the light goes off without warning. The room goes pitch-black as if he’s suddenly gone blind and he hears Valentin swearing under his breath.“What the actual fuck?!” he inquires into the dark void.“It’s okay, just a power cut. We get them a lot but it comes back by morning.”“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! WE HAVE A DIESEL GENERATOR!” booms a voice from the next room. “THE RENT CONTRACT SAYS THERE’S A DIESEL GENERATOR, THERE’S A FUCKING MAINTENANCE FEE-” while another tells them to shut the fuck up already.Lovino sighs when he feels Valentin shaking with muffled laughter. “There’s no generator, is there,” he observes.