It all seems so suspiciously good, if Vasquez ignores so much else, but his mind is running like crazy and he's gaping at Faraday where he's lying and Vasquez is breathing hard, and he has no idea what to do other than keep touching him because he's not being shoved away.
The clumsiness and the badness of the kiss faintly registers for him, a mental note being made that he's going to have to make that better, but no, no, this is the point.
"You like women," he says. "I've only seen you like women, I even flirted with you and you never did anything back," he protests, the confusion clear on his face and in his tone. He's gaping at Faraday, unsure what's changed to make this happen, but his heart is leaping in his chest as he starts to think about things like how he doesn't have to leave, the fact that they can keep travelling together, that he can keep touching Faraday.
Maybe. He has to understand why they went from demands about Vasquez keeping secrets to this.
"I need to know you're not doing this just to keep me around," he says sharply. "Because if it's so that I won't leave and not because you don't want it..." He trails off, not bluntly saying he doesn't want it then either, because maybe a part of him wouldn't entirely mind? Maybe he needs more self-respect, is what he's realizing.
Fuck, Faraday looks good down there with his dazed look, his lips wet, and that languid line to him. It's going to become a problem in his trousers soon enough, but he can't convince himself to get up.
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Date: 2018-01-11 12:00 am (UTC)The clumsiness and the badness of the kiss faintly registers for him, a mental note being made that he's going to have to make that better, but no, no, this is the point.
"You like women," he says. "I've only seen you like women, I even flirted with you and you never did anything back," he protests, the confusion clear on his face and in his tone. He's gaping at Faraday, unsure what's changed to make this happen, but his heart is leaping in his chest as he starts to think about things like how he doesn't have to leave, the fact that they can keep travelling together, that he can keep touching Faraday.
Maybe. He has to understand why they went from demands about Vasquez keeping secrets to this.
"I need to know you're not doing this just to keep me around," he says sharply. "Because if it's so that I won't leave and not because you don't want it..." He trails off, not bluntly saying he doesn't want it then either, because maybe a part of him wouldn't entirely mind? Maybe he needs more self-respect, is what he's realizing.
Fuck, Faraday looks good down there with his dazed look, his lips wet, and that languid line to him. It's going to become a problem in his trousers soon enough, but he can't convince himself to get up.