Better. Vasquez can already tell that this is getting better, with the kisses that he's getting. He leans forward, almost rocking into it, nipping and biting as he kisses own Faraday's jaw and to his neck, right up until he's gone. It's not that Vasquez is a man who sulks, but he feels petulant now as Faraday goes back to Jack instead of him.
There's a rude comment about the horse that he doesn't say, even if he wants to, inhaling sharply as he watches Faraday lay down the blanket. "What, you never fucked anyone dry?" It'd hurt, true, but it would keep his mind off everything else.
Still, he knows Faraday enough to know that this is a decision that he won't be swayed from, so trying is probably a stupid idea. The animals, the side of the road, the chance for passers-by, they're all dangers and after today, maybe Vasquez shouldn't be so quick to an impulse decision.
Letting his gaze fall to Faraday's lips in the scant space between them, he inhales sharply, licking his lips. "The next best thing to you fucking me?" He heads for the blanket, sitting himself down and prying off his hat as he sprawls back on his elbows, kicking one boot on top of his toes so he can look at him with intent.
"What, if you change your mind, are you going to go find someone else to do your next best thing to?" he challenges. "Maybe you could find a very sexy coyote."
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Date: 2018-07-02 11:07 pm (UTC)There's a rude comment about the horse that he doesn't say, even if he wants to, inhaling sharply as he watches Faraday lay down the blanket. "What, you never fucked anyone dry?" It'd hurt, true, but it would keep his mind off everything else.
Still, he knows Faraday enough to know that this is a decision that he won't be swayed from, so trying is probably a stupid idea. The animals, the side of the road, the chance for passers-by, they're all dangers and after today, maybe Vasquez shouldn't be so quick to an impulse decision.
Letting his gaze fall to Faraday's lips in the scant space between them, he inhales sharply, licking his lips. "The next best thing to you fucking me?" He heads for the blanket, sitting himself down and prying off his hat as he sprawls back on his elbows, kicking one boot on top of his toes so he can look at him with intent.
"What, if you change your mind, are you going to go find someone else to do your next best thing to?" he challenges. "Maybe you could find a very sexy coyote."