Recovery
Who: Chase and Vic Setting: Chase's apartment Warning: a little NSFW
Chase had worked, an hour or so of doing what a client wanted in a private chat, mostly on camera while they typed back and forth. The woman liked hearing Chase chant her name when he came, after talking about her day and her insecurities. No one would believe it, but half the job was more therapist than sex.
Afterward he took a long shower, then dressed. He wasn’t going out, but still dressed up, in a short-sleeved button down and dark pants. He fixed his hair, styled up and off his face, then went about tidying up his studio, then the apartment itself even if it didn’t need it. He was just considering what to order for dinner when someone buzzed on the security system. He frowned, not expecting anyone, but went to check it, even more surprised to see Vic there. He hit the button to let him in the building then opened the door to wait for him. “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow,” he said once Vic could hear him.
After the fight he’d had with his brother, Vic had stuck around their tent for as long as it took for Vaughn to get back. He’d wanted to make sure his point had been made; that he wasn’t leaving, period. But with Vaughn back and his weird obsession still sleeping off her wounds in the hammock, Vic had decided that maybe taking a walk would do him some good. So he made some off-hand comment about needing to stretch his leg and took to the streets.
He hadn’t paid much attention to where he was going, just letting the streets take him and his bum leg and his cane wherever they would. And by the time he was paying attention, he’d already stepped up to the buzzer and pressed the button for Chase’s apartment. Swearing softly, he reached up to try and at least straighten his hair from the wild tufts the wind had formed in it.
He hadn’t meant to come here. Coming here would seem desperate and Vic didn’t want to seem desperate. But here he was, stepping into Chase’s apartment even though he hadn’t planned it. “Yeah…” He started, trying for a grin but it just wasn’t there. “Sort of just went out for a walk and ended up here. Hope that’s okay.”
Chase caught that lack of a smile, but gave Vic a soft one of his own. “Always okay,” he said softly, holding out a hand for Vic. That was a bad idea, a bad thing, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Vic was hobbling towards him. He was a sucker for a lost cause maybe. Or just Vic.
This felt so easy and he felt that pain in his chest when he realized how much easier this whole thing felt than the fight with Vaughn had. Taking Chase’s hand, he leaned a little more of his weight toward the other man but kept his cane with him. “I really didn’t mean to interrupt your day or…” What had he meant to do? “Just kind of wanted to be somewhere...warm.”
Chase squeezed Vic’s fingers and held the door open for him, guiding him inside. “You really should get out of the park.” He shook his head, shutting them in and locking the door. “You aren’t interrupting. I was thinking about ordering dinner. Are you hungry?”
Vic exhaled hard and shut his eyes for a moment at Chase’s words. It smacked him again in his gut and he felt that guilt surge in his stomach. “Not just that kind of warm,” He mumbled. The thought of food helped just a little, realizing that he had been planning on eating that apple he’d given Epiphany and then just hadn’t eaten anything since the fight. “Probably should eat something.”
Chase frowned as he picked up his phone, flipping back to the screen he’d been on to order food before Vic showed up. “No? Something else?” He sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him so Vic would sit. “Anything in particular you’re craving? I was thinking Thai, but I could change my mind.”
Vic stood awkwardly by the couch for a moment and just watched Chase. He didn’t like the frown there and he especially didn’t like that he seemed to have put it there. But then he was offered a spot on the couch and he couldn’t turn it down. Even just the loss of Chase’s hand had him feeling colder right now. So he settled there beside him, taking his time to ease into the spot because of his leg and the lingering soreness throughout the rest of his body. “Thai is fine. Thai sounds good. Whatever you’re eating.”
Exhaling, he leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes, placing his cane beside him so he could run his hands over his face. “It’s a long story.”
Chase caught the way Vic carried himself and was gentle with himself. He quickly placed the order, paid for it to be delivered, then tossed his terminal away to focus on the man in front of him. He pulled one knee up onto the couch so he was facing Vic and rested his elbow on the back of the couch so he’d be comfortable. “Tell me.”
Vic wanted to turn toward Chase too but keeping his legs on the floor sort of hurt his thigh when he did it so he ended up just trying to gaze at him over his shoulder. Obviously his body had brought him here because he felt he needed to do something with Chase, whether it was talk about this or not talk about this...but right now, talking felt like the right thing. “Vaughn wants me to move out but won’t come with me.”
“No? Is he stupid or part of one of those Central Park cults?” Chase asked. He reached out and ran his fingers over the back of Vic’s neck, not sure why, he usually kept his hands to himself in his personal life, but Vic looked like he needed it. And for some reason Chase was compelled to give. “Do you not want to leave?”
Vic naturally melted into Chase’s hand, but made a face as he looked up at him. “Don’t call him stupid,” he said softly. “He’s not stupid. He’s loyal and the best brother anyone could ask for. But he won’t leave. He thinks he’s dragging me down. And I don’t understand why we can’t have our tent and also a place with a door.” Sighing, he shook his head. “I won’t leave without him.”
Chase arched a brow at Vic. “That is stupid. Wanting to stay somewhere unsafe, or for not taking what you’d offer.” He did usually think that people drug others down, but Vaughn and Vic didn’t seem to have a toxic relationship like that. “Though if you don’t try and do something better, he might wind up winning the argument.”
“He isn’t stupid,” Vaughn reinforced, feeling his body bristle at having to explain that twice to Chase. Frowning, he forced himself up and took his cane, feeling like he needed to walk again even if it was just to sort of awkwardly pace around Chase’s room. “The park is our home. It’s the only family we’ve ever had. And I won’t leave Vaughn, period, ever. He’s my brother and I know for some people that doesn’t mean much but for me it’s everything. I just wanted him to think about it and he shut it down immediately.” Exhaling, Vic closed his eyes again. “I even said he could bring his crazy cult girlfriend there and have a door to close with her but he didn’t bite. And if that didn’t make him bite, nothing will.”
Chase made a face when Vic got up, but didn’t follow after him. See? This was why the love stories weren’t in the cards for him. People were too hung up on others to remember he was there. Or they didn’t believe in the same thing. “The park isn’t the kind of family they claim to be. They’ll toss you the moment you break their rules. You both deserve better.” He ran his hand over his hair, but it stayed perfectly in place. “He has a cult girlfriend? Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to leave.” Because people did dumb things for love all the time.
Now that Chase hadn’t called his brother stupid again, Vic could turn and look at him again. And frown. Had Chase broken their rules? “The only rules are just to support the park…” At least, that’s what he’d always been told. Confused, he moved back to Chase’s side and settled in again, already feeling that lack of contact and needing more. “This girl...maybe not a girlfriend but I don’t know, she seems pretty taken with him so…” He trailed off before trying to focus. “She’s a part of this religion or something down in the subway trains. So it’s not like she even lives in the park to begin with.”
“Depends on who you clan with,” Chase said softly. “And what they call supporting the park.” He reached for Vic when Vic sat again, but it was sort of an idle movement, fingers brushing at the back of Vic’s neck, even if Chase wasn’t really trying for anything. “Down in the subway? The hell kind of religion is that?” Though it did make him wonder. “Want someone to check her out? I know a source.”
He’d never even considered getting Epiphany checked out. He’d always just trusted that Vaughn knew best and he still believed that, but with Epiphany wandering into their tent with her body cut open and no sense of believing that was a crazy thing to do, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. He didn’t answer immediately, trying to place the feeling in his stomach first. Was he betraying Vaughn by doing this? No, because Vaughn had wanted to know about Chase. “Yeah, if your friend would look into her, that might help. Her name is Epiphany. She’s...unique.” He hadn’t realized that he was leaning more toward Chase as soon as he felt his fingers on him again.
It wasn’t lost on Chase though. He knew Vic was leaning into him, and honestly he should move back, but he didn’t. “I’ll give you their contact,” he said, flipping through his contacts already and finding one of Mazie’s burner email addresses. “Just tell them I sent you and you need some help. You’ll have it before you know it. And I don’t have to get involved.” Because his brother’s business was Vic’s, not Chase’s. “People in cults do tend to be unique. It’s what draws them to being in cults, not belonging anywhere else.”
Vic filed the information and nodded gently, not wanting to break contact either Chase's fingers. He shut his eyes and let the words Chase said settle on how brain. He didn't really want to talk about Epiphany anymore. Was she the real reason his brother didn't want to come with him? Was he even sure he wanted to leave the park?
He decided to forget it for now and instead turned a little toward Chase. “Vaughn wanted to know about you,” he said. “I didn't share really private stuff. Just your commlink info. I think he's going to try and get you to persuade me to get an apartment…” he warned.
“And what do you want me to tell him? That I tried and failed or for me to actually try?” Chase asked. He was a little nervous about the man reaching out to him, sure he wasn’t just interested in that, but Chase didn’t say any of that to Vic. Vic had enough on his mind already.
“You didn’t actually try?” Vic asked, feeling ridiculous if Chase not even trying had put enough thoughts in his head that Vic had told his brother. What would Chase trying be like? “I already told him you’d tried, but that I wasn’t going anywhere without him.”
“Well, I mean when he calls to ask me to convince you. I can lie to him if you want,” Chase said with a smile. “I made a suggestion. If it felt like I was trying, then maybe you want something more than you’re willing to admit.”
Vic exhaled again and reached up to cover his eyes with his palms again. “But the park is my home,” Vic fought, wishing he didn’t feel this torn. He shouldn’t feel this torn. It should be a complete non-issue. You didn’t leave the park, especially when the park was the only community you had. But...Chase had left the park. “Vaughn thinks I’ll be healthier in an apartment, with heat and beds and shit. But he would be too and he’s not budging on leaving.”
“You would be,” Chase confirmed. He watched Vic suffer though and reached out to run his hand through Vic’s hair. “But if you don’t want to leave, there are other options. Things you can do now with credits that you didn’t have before.”
“Like what? I can’t flaunt credits in the park. It’s not fair to them.” Vic shifted a little closer to Chase and finally just settled down on the couch, his head in Chase’s lap. He felt way more lost than he wanted to feel. This was supposed to be fun and easy. Getting more credits was always supposed to be better. He had never meant for it to become such a problem.
Chase let Vic settle, something in the back of his mind sure he shouldn’t do that, but he couldn’t push Vic away, not when he seemed so lost and sad. Chase ran his fingers through Vic’s hair and shrugged. “You don’t have to flaunt them, but you can get to doctor, not some voodoo witch doctor in the park, but a real one. Get your leg looked at. Get implants if you need to. Real medicine that’s not just junkie fodder. Or even real food.”
“Not sure I’d even know where to start with a real doctor,” Vic admitted. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been to a real doctor. Clinics here and there, but Chase was mostly right in his assumption of park medicine and how Vic used it. “...I hadn’t even thought about using the credits to fix my leg,” He admitted. It was something he’d lived with for so long that he hadn’t truly thought about getting it fixed. Looking down at his leg, he flexed his toes a little and exhaled. “If I fix my leg, will you still massage it?”
“No? I would have thought that would have been your first thought,” Chase said. He did give Vic a little impish grin. “If you fix your leg I’m sure we can find other things for me to massage that will turn you on just as much.”
“So that’s a no then?” Vic asked, looking up at Chase to see that smile and feel something twist a little in his stomach. Why did he always look so good? “Maybe I’ll just keep it as it is…”
Chase smiled, shaking his head. “Fix yourself for you, not for my attention. But if you want, we can still do that.” He brushed his fingers through Vic’s hair again. “I like the way your face looks when you finally relax.”
The exhale Vic gave this time wasn’t so much an exasperated sigh as it was something softer, something closer to that relaxation Chase liked. “I like the way your hands feel,” He answered back, voice muffled a little as he turned to press his face into Chase’s thigh. He felt safe here, warm and welcome and he had to wonder if this was what life would feel like every day if he had an apartment. “...It’s just...home doesn’t feel like home without him.”
Chase rubbed his fingers over the back of Vic’s neck, massaging there. “Good. That makes our work easier,” he said. “I can’t imagine it would. He’s a big part of your life,” he said, trying to be reassuring even if Chase didn’t have that kind of situation in his life.
What he wanted to be doing right now involved a whole lot less talking, but Vic didn’t say that just yet. He wasn’t sure if it was crossing a line to suggest something like his lips around Chase when there weren’t cameras there to capture it. But the concept of changing the subject for a while was too alluring for him to ignore completely. “Did you figure out something for me to wear next time?”
Chase could tell they were changing the subject, but he smiled nonetheless. “I did,” he said. “Want me to get it for you now?” he asked. “You can try it on.” But he didn’t move until he had permission.
“If only there was some way to bring it out here without you having to get up,” Vic lamented, but it was with a smile as he pushed himself back up into a seated position. “Let’s see it,” He said, needing the distraction more than he needed to keep thinking about his problems. Plus he was way too curious about it to not take Chase up on his offer.
Chase grinned and got up, ruffling Vic’s hair once more before heading into the room that wasn’t the studio. He didn’t pull the door all the way shut behind him, but didn’t linger in his room for long, picking up the things he’d bought for Vic and bringing them back into the other room. A pale blue button down, fitted black pants to go with. There was also a looser tank top, jeans that would be dangerously tight, a light sweater, similar to the one that Vic had worn the first time, but in much better quality and a softer color.
When Chase came back with the clothes in his hands, Vic had to blink twice to really take it in. He absolutely wasn’t expecting that. Those looked like normal, nice, maybe a little tight but still high quality, clothes. They didn’t look like what he would have assumed he’d be wearing for their next shoot. “People want to see me in real clothes?” He asked, clearly confused.
Chase tilted his head back and forth playing with the wording. “No, they want to see you come out of real clothes. Porn’s all about making everyday situations sexy, and this is one way to do that. Be lucky it doesn’t seem any one wants you in some sort of sports gear. None of that stuff is as moveable in as you’re lead to believe.” He winked. “If you were expecting more leather and lace, well, there is a bag of things to wear under these, but I thought I’d ease you into fancy underwear.”
Vic couldn’t help but laugh a little. The onslaught of credits, the new, perfect clothes...everything felt like some sort of strange dream that he was living through. “You’re the boss,” He said, standing up carefully and coming closer to Chase to run his fingers over the sweater. Instantly his face changed and he beamed a smile, awe in his eyes. “It’s so soft,” He said in an almost reverent tone. “What should I wear under this stuff?”
Chase smiled at the softness in Vic, thinking he deserved things like this, soft things to keep him safe. He handed off the clothes and winked. “With the black pants? The first time, nothing. Because you’ll look amazing tenting them without any constriction and even better coming out of them. As for the jeans…” Chase held up a finger to wait, then ducked into his room again, coming back with a medium sized shopping bag and handing that over, swapping out the clothes for it. “Well, you can pick. One for the jeans and one alone with the sweater.”
Holding onto all the clothing now, Vic watched Chase disappear back into his room again. He wanted to follow him, but just stood in the living room instead and waited like instructed. When Chase came back with the bag, Vic took a moment to very carefully lay out his clothing on the sofa and then turn his attention to the bag. His eyes light up again, but differently this time, something more mischievous in them now. “You expect me to be able to pick out options from all these? They’re all…” He trailed off, fingers finding something soft and silky. Pulling out the tiny pair of sleek, satin grey underwear, he held them up. “What would be good for this one?”
Chase was pleased with the way Vic took care of the clothes, and settled himself on the arm of his couch to watch Vic go through the bag. “All what? They’re all your size so they’re yours,” Chase said. “I mean, I have my own collection, based on what different clients like. But these are mostly based off requests in comments.” He smiled at the ones that Vic pulled out and shrugged. “Why don’t you try them on and tell me.”
Looking back up at Chase, Vic’s smile morphed into a grin. “I can do that.” Putting the bag down just as gently as he had the clothing, Vic shifted his weight a little to lean against the opposite arm of the sofa and pull off his black pants. “How much do I owe you for all of this?” He was still reeling that someone, somewhere, had requested something like this for him to wear and now he was putting it on in Chase’s room. That someone, somewhere, had wanted to see him like this. “Does this ever not feel...I don’t know, not weird but...do you ever wonder why people want to see you like this?”
Chase shook his head. “Business investment. You don’t owe me. It just pulls from the totals we’re wracking up, same as the bandwidth for the website and everything else I pay to keep things running.” He leaned back a little, letting himself enjoy the sight of Vic changing. It was that honest grin that was going to do Chase in. “No. I didn’t back when I was hooking and I don’t now,” he explained. “There’s no use in trying to get into their heads. Everyone has their own kinks and you’re not going to understand it, so it’s not worth losing sleep over it.”
Vic pushed his own underwear, worn and honestly sort of embarrassing compared to the bag before him, off to slowly pull on the new soft, silky pair that Chase had bought. “No, I mean...me. Why me? Do you ever wonder about that?” He asked, glancing over at Chase as he pulled them up over his hips finally and turned toward Chase so he could see. He even lifted his black sweater up a bit in the front so Chase could have a better view. They were unlike anything he’d ever worn before and it showed in the way his smile spread as he took a step toward a small circle in Chase’s living room.
Chase watched every movement to the point where he almost had to laugh at the question. “Have you seen you?” he asked. “I think that’s reason enough. You’re pretty, with just enough edge to your looks to look like you could be a good mistake, and it’s not like you’re lacking anywhere that counts.” He nodded towards Vic’s crotch where he nicely filled out the underwear and not just because they were tiny. And he wasn’t even turned on yet. “If you want to ask why they like us, a variety of things. I never post videos of myself with someone else, hell, I’m only with clients directly if I’m with someone else, and you look decidedly perfect on camera.”
Vic couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up onto his cheeks at Chase’s praise. He would never understand it but there was something so perfect about Chase’s words, something Vic craved on some deeper level than he could really put his own words to. He could feel something in him twitch a little and he tried to keep from letting his new underwear show off the way those words made him feel. “And you saw all of that the first time we met?” He asked, glancing back at Chase but mostly just looking up at him from under his eyelashes.
That blush was cute. And it gave Chase a bit of a rise to see it, to know he put it there. He didn’t really interact with people like this and even the clients he did sleep with on occasion wanted to be the ones who put the blush on him, not the other way around. He shrugged a little at the question. “No, mostly I saw your lips and had a guess of how they’d look even better giving head.” He winked, then glanced up when the security system alerted him that someone was there. “That’s dinner. Try on something else while I go get it?” He moved towards Vic on his way to the door, hooking his fingers in the gray underwear. “I do like these though”
Vic almost melted when he came up to him and he felt Chase’s fingers against his skin for just the briefest of moments. He absolutely wasn’t able to stop his physical reaction to Chase’s words this time, feeling it all through him but particularly behind that silky fabric. When Chase left, it took Vic a good, full beat to get his wits about him again. He let out a huff of breath and reached back into the bag. This time he found something with more fabric coverage but somehow, less fabric overall.
The black lace shorts were unlike anything Vic had ever seen in his life and he instantly loved them. Slipping off the grey to pull on this new pair, he smirked at the feeling of lace against his skin. Then he went for the new sweater and pulled off his old black one, drew on the soft, perfect new one, and stood patiently waiting for Chase to come back.
Chase carried the food up, trying to both take his time and wanting to rush back, just to see what Vic would have chosen. When he let himself back into the apartment, he couldn’t help but grin at what was waiting for him. The guy was going to be trouble, because every time Chase saw him, he knew he wanted to see him again, but at the same time, he knew he shouldn’t. Still, that didn’t stop him from drinking in Vic, dressed in that sweater and the lace, looking just as delicious as Chase had imagined he would. “Look at you,” he murmured, letting the door fall shut behind him before going around Vic to set the food down on his tiny table. Then he turned back, really looking Vic over and noting that he filled out these lace underwear more than he’d been filling out the gray ones before. Good. Clothes like that should make someone feel sexy. Especially when they were. “I think I like these more,” he said, coming to rest his hands on Vic’s hips, but leaning to look him up and down.
Vic felt like he was wrapped up in this big, warm, fluffy, lacy dream and he didn’t want to trade it for the world. He wanted to let himself believe that there was nothing outside the utopia of Chase’s apartment, of Chase with his fingers on his hips and those words on his lips and his eyes trailing over him. Smirking a little, he stepped just an inch closer to Chase. “I like these,” He said softly. “You think they would like this outfit?” He asked, running his hand over the sleeve of his sweater just to feel its softness again.
“Of course they will,” Chase murmured. “You look perfect.” He ran his thumbs over Vic’s hips, then turned him, wanting to look at him from behind as well. “There’s a mirror over there if you want to see,” he added, gesturing towards the door where he had a full length mirror hung up.
Just that little contact of his thumb of Vic’s hips made him shiver. He turned, standing straighter under Chase’s gaze and looking toward the place where the mirror was set. From here, he could see most of his body from the side and watched the way the light sweater melted into the dark lace shorts. “...That’s...I look… woah,” He said on an exhale.
“Mmhmm,” Chase agreed, taking in the way Vic’s ass looked in the underwear before he stepped back. “They’re going to love you like this. All soft and pretty. Then they’ll get to watch you come apart.” It would sell like hotcakes. Chase could almost be concerned about his own appeal, but he couldn’t bring himself to worry too much. It wasn’t like his requests for private chats or his stats on his other videos had gone down.
Vic felt that shiver through his body again at just the thought of coming undone in this outfit. “...How easy is it to clean this sweater?” He asked, wondering if they’d keep the sweater on and just remove the shorts. He didn’t even try to hide how the thought affected him, feeling himself harden more under the lace.
“Easy enough,” Chase murmured, pressing in closer to Vic from behind as he caught the glimpse of what it was doing to Vic in the mirror. “Though I think dressed like this I want you on your knees.” His voice was a purr, a promise. “Did you look through the comments, pick something you liked?” he asked, running his finger down the cleft of Vic’s ass, pressing the lace into his skin.
He could feel his breath hitch in his throat at Chase’s touch, and his hips twitched again at the sound of his voice. In that moment he desperately wanted to be on his knees for Chase, wrapping the lips he seemed so fond of around him until Chase was spent. It was impossible to miss the reaction under that lace now. Vic closed his eyes for a moment to drink in the sensations and try to clear his head enough to answer Chase’s question. “I did. Just some, there are so many. But a lot of people want you to spank me.”
Chase hummed at that suggestion, fingers still questing, hooking his head on Vic’s shoulder. “That something you’d enjoy?” Because well, there was no point in doing it if Vic wasn’t going to enjoy it.
All Vic could do was stare at their reflections in the mirror and feel the ache Chase sparked in him surge as more of his skin touched Vic’s own. “I think so,” He started honestly. “I’d like to try it. Kind of a shame we have to wait until tomorrow…”
Chase considered that then shrugged. “Who said we have to wait?” Vic was here, he was dressed appropriately, and obviously turned on. They could tape a few scenes, then post them later. “So tell me,” Chase dropped his voice to a murmur, just behind Vic’s ear. “Am I spanking you because you’ve been bad or because you forgot who your ass belongs to?”
Vic visibly shuddered when Chase spoke and any room left to harden did at just the words. He gave a little sound, something caught behind his lips, as he swallowed hard and tried to form his own words. “I forgot,” He answered simply, because that sounded so enticing. He could be bad just about any time, but there was something so much more in that second option that Vic couldn’t pass up the chance to see what it was.
Chase squeezed Vic’s ass hard. “Then I better remind you. Bedroom. Now.” He nodded towards the studio. “Go on.” He flicked at the cameras, so it would be ready when Vic came into the room.
He inhaled sharply at the squeeze, feeling it surge through every inch of him. He turned to look at Chase and the want was there in his eyes, dark and deep and swirling, but followed orders a moment later and headed into Chase’s room. He contemplated what to do when he crossed the threshold, wondering if he should just get on the bed right away, and instead turned his head to look over his shoulder and see if Chase was joining him.
Chase let Vic get the start, making sure the cameras were on him. He flicked through a few different angles before following him and leaning in the door jam. “So tell me,” he said moving into the room more, shutting the door to get better lighting. He gave Vic a little push towards the bed. “What am I punishing you for, again?” His voice was edging into teasing, but mostly still that dominating side.
The little push caught him off guard even though it shouldn’t have and he stepped hard on his bad leg, hard enough that he let a little wince come through even if it was only just for a second. He needed to get in the game here. No one wanted to see him wince. At least not from his leg. “You said I forgot who my ass belongs to,” Vic started, knees pressing against the bed but not actually settled on it yet. “But I know who it belongs to. Me.”
Chase caught the wince and almost went back, taking back all of it, just to cater to Vic, but Vic kept playing which meant Chase kept playing. “Yes,” Chase said, flicking through a few angles until he had the right ones for both of them. “That does seem to be the problem, because it’s not right.” He moved closer, pushing Vic forward and on to the bed. “Because this ass,” he squeezed it through the lace. “This is mine.”
Vic ended up on his hands and knees on the bed, bringing that lace much closer to Chase than before. He let a low sound out at the squeeze, feeling the muscles beneath Chase’s fingers twitch just at the touch. “Doesn’t feel like yours,” He spouted, a small smirk starting on his lips. It felt so nice, so right, so much like what he needed right now to be able to argue with Chase like this. It was a safe space for him to get this aggression and frustration he was feeling into the open and out of his mind.
Yeah that was hot as hell. He pushed the sweater up a little and then gripped Vic to hold him in place. “Does it not? Do you need to be reminded?” He brought his hand down, not hard but enough to tease the idea of a spanking.
Vic’s body jolted a little at the feeling of Chase’s hand. It wasn’t quite a spank but it felt good, hinting at something harder and Vic was desperate for more. So he shifted his hips under Chase’s hand, reveling in the feeling. “How are you gonna remind me?”
“Roughly,” Chase warned, bringing his hand down again, harder. “Can you count for me?” His voice had an edge to it and he gripped at Vic’s ass through the lace, balancing one knee on the bed and holding on to Vic’s middle. This time when he spanked it was hard enough to sting is hand and bring a red color to Vic’s skin.
The instant Chase’s hand came down on his skin, Vic couldn’t feel much else. Not the dull throb in his leg or the ache in his wrists. Nothing but the burn of Chase’s hand on his skin. He reveled in the sensation for a moment, letting the fire spread and warm him in a way he hadn’t expected, and then he remembered Chase wanted him to count and he absolutely could not let that gravely voice down. “One.”
Chase shifted his grip, but a little, giving himself a way to support Vic up, taking some of the pressure off of him, while still looking possessive as fuck. He brought his hand down again, on the other cheek, watching the red bloom where his fingers had been.
Vic couldn’t stop his hips from moving. That little extra relief from not being on his leg gave him more freedom to wiggle, but only just by a little. Still, the sharp slap of Chase’s hand pulled a gasp from him as he mentally counted the second hit. The pain trickled back into warmth and Vic wasn’t aware but he had tears in his eyes.
“You’re supposed to count,” Chase pointed out when Vic stayed silent, gripping the meat of his ass and pulling a little. Vic was skinny so there wasn’t much there, but there was enough to get his hands on.
Shit, he’d forgotten to actually say the number. All he was thinking about was the pain and the warmth and how, for some reason, all of this was making him feel more vulnerable than he’d wanted to before. It was a strange feeling, something he hadn’t anticipated, but there was something about the way Chase’s hand hit his skin that made his worries and his hurts and his pain sort of bubble up to the surface. “Two,” He said, voice shaking.
“Better,” Chase praised. He brought his hand down again, more along Vic’s thighs so he didn’t hurt him. He loved that tremor in Vic’s voice, what it was doing to him. He double checked the angles again, catching Vic’s face.
The new spot got a little sound from Vic, something caught between a moan and a whimper, and he ended up slipping closer to the bed. In the back of his mind he knew he needed to keep his face up for the cameras but all he wanted to do was bury himself in the blankets and Chase’s skin and just cry. “Three,” He said, and this time it was clear that there was more to his voice than just reaction.
Chase pulled Vic closer, draping his body across his knee. He squeezed Vic’s ass again. “Tell me again, who does this belong to?” he asked, rubbing his hand over the red. “Tell me.”
When he didn’t have to support himself anymore, Vic felt even more vulnerable. He could hear Chase’s words and felt his mouth respond, answering with a cracking “You,” but it all felt otherworldly to him. Sniffling, he reached up with his now free hands to wipe at the big tears in his eyes in hopes they wouldn’t fall down his cheek and make him seriously lose his cool.
Chase kneaded his hands into Vic’s skin more, liking that the way his body reacted, the crack in Vic’s voice. He half caught the way that Vic reached up to wipe at his eyes and Chase wondered if there was something more going on.
As he started to come down from the overwhelming sensations, Vic couldn’t stop his thoughts from turning dark. His fight with Vaughn was still so fresh and Vic had thought he’d gotten himself together enough to push it down and just ignore it until he knew what to do but apparently not. The tears didn’t stop and finally Vic just buried his face into Chase’s bed and tried to keep his sobs from escaping.
Chase definitely saw that and cut the filming, reaching up to run his hand over Vic’s back, soothing this time. “Baby,” he murmured. “Baby, baby, what’s wrong?” He didn’t want Vic to cry, but it was obvious that was what was going on. “Did I go too rough?”
Vic’s voice choked in his throat. Chase’s soft hand on his back, the warm sweater still enveloping him, and the way Chase called him baby… He turned and curled up in Chase’s lap, pressing his face against the other man’s stomach and just let himself cry. But he did shake his head, trying to tell Chase in some nonverbal way that it wasn’t about the spanks.
For a moment Chase wasn’t sure what to do with Vic curled against him like that. He didn’t do this. It made a lot more sense if Vic was hurt from the rough play, but he clearly was just upset. But it hurt to see him so sad, not when he should be smiling and he reaching down to run his hand through Vic’s hair, brushing it softly. “Talk to me,” he said after a few moments.
Vaughn was going to leave him and Chase and he weren’t more than the cameras and he might be able to afford an apartment now but was it worth it to be without his family? To be all alone? Maybe that was the ultimate problem here. The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them, stuck between his lips and Chase’s stomach. “I don’t want to be alone. I’m gonna lose my brother and then what do I have?”
That broke Chase’s heart. It wasn’t Vic’s fault that Vaughn was being a stubborn ass. He was pushing Vic away for what? Stupid Central Park loyalty? Bullshit. Chase ran his fingers through Vic’s hair and considered telling Vic he was better off, but he pushed that aside. “You won’t lose him, baby. He’s your brother. You have to try really hard to get rid of family.”
“Not my family,” Vic sobbed, feeling his back shake a little as he tried to keep his cries under control. “My family left, they both left us, but Vaughn and I were never supposed to be apart. He’s my only family and I can’t lose him.” Sniffling hard, Vic shook his head again. “I’m sorry I ruined everything.”
“That part I know. It’s hard. My family bailed on me too.” Or threw him out of their little lives but whatever. “Then drag him with you. Or don’t move. He’s not leaving you.” He leaned back a little and shook his head. “You didn’t ruin anything.”
“He won’t go,” Vic cried, then took a deep breath and exhaled it in short, shaky bursts. He needed to calm the hell down or even Chase was going to get fed up with him. “I did. I’m sorry. I should...this was great but I should go. Already ruined your night.”
Chase couldn’t get fed up. He just wanted to wrap Vic up in a blanket and keep him safe. “Then don’t go. Do what’s right for you,” he murmured, then pulled Vic up so that he could sit up and Chase could wipe at his tears. “Come on now, you haven’t. Just a lot going on.”
Feeling a little more in control of his breathing when Chase pulled him up, Vic leaned into the touches he gave to wipe away his tears. They were soft, just like Chase, and he had to wonder how Chase could be human and be this perfect. But he didn’t say anything. He’d already screwed the night up, even if Chase didn’t think so; saying something like that would be a stupid, stupid mistake right now. “Do you think we got anything worth using?”
“Definitely. And if not, we’ll try again.” Chase wiped away the rest of the tears, then got up, holding out a hand to Vic. “How about we eat our dinner that we ignored and then wrap you up in something warm. You can sleep here if you want.” He ran his hand through Vic’s hair, feeling like he needed to take care of him, even if he knew it was dangerous. He wasn’t supposed to have feelings, to get involved, but how could Chase just leave him falling apart?
Carefully, he stood up with Chase’s help and just watched him. Nothing in the world sounded better than dinner, warmth, and sleep, especially if Vic got to do all three of those things with Chase. Well, he’d probably not sleep next to Chase but just being under the same roof made him feel more secure. “Sounds good,” He said, then took a step closer to Chase and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Just a quick one, but it was soft and sweet. “Thank you.”
Despite himself, Chase smiled at the kiss. And without thinking about it, he turned and cupped Vic’s cheek to kiss him properly, not something sexy, but a kiss, a real kiss. One he shouldn’t give but for some reason he’d felt like he needed to. “Any time,” he promised, feeling weird that the words slipped out that easily, but they did.