Victor had his game face on and he was kind of, sort of hoping no one would show up but… well, he’d also be disappointed after the work he’d put into his hair and the drink. Unfortunately and somewhat fortunately, opposite sides of the coin of ‘luck’ appearing at once, Alex was home. As the doorknob turned, Victor sighed out and put on a soft smile, well-worn and inoffensive in any conceivable situation, ready to say hello to him.
When the door opened, the words he had (which consisted of, “Hello, I’m Victor,” in their entirety) flew from his mind and his eyes dropped to Alex’s exposed hips, his lips parting just slightly. Oh. Shit. He forced his eyes back up to Alex’s, a chorus of shit, shit, shit, shit, shit ringing through his head and tried on the smile again as quickly as humanly possible.
“Hi!” He said abruptly, loudly enough to startle himself slightly. Oh no. “Sorry to, uh, drop by like this. I can be so stupid sometimes, I should’ve… I should’ve called or uh, you know, messaged beforehand. Wow, I just realized that on my way over. I think the late nights are getting to me.”
Victor’s eyes were a little wide, as if he was frightened of something. Mostly it was the words coming out of his idiot mouth and Alex standing there like… like there was nothing amiss in this situation at all, which… Victor realized there really wasn’t but how could he just… wear pants like that and manage to look so good? Victor hated his own hips, he thought they were wide, though they were anything but. It was a bit of an illusion, a fear that the shape of his body would give him away, his voice, his face, something but it was as real to him as anything else.
He was torn between wanting to wear those pants just like Alex and wanting to reach out and touch him to see if he was actually built like that or if he was imagining things. He chided himself, do not think of touching him, what are you, a sex maniac?
A shade of pink appeared at his cheeks and he was thankful it was cool out because maybe he could just blame it on the weather.
“I just wondered if… the offer was still open to do the card reading and, well, I know this is last minute, so it’s totally fine if not. But I made hot toddies and…” Stupid, idiot, moron. “Brought two mugs.”
A sheepish grin overtook him as he strained not to grimace instead. It was official: Hot guys made him stupid. Guys made him stupid in general, but the more attractive they were, the less his brain, you know, worked properly.
Then he realized he was still standing on the steps after Alex had told him to come in and just uttered a, “Oh, sorry… sorry, thank you,” as he nodded his head in a little bow towards him and clutched everything his arms as close to his chest as possible, as not to… brush against the other man when he walked by him.