Vasquez might have had a trying day, too, but there's nothing like Faraday bearing in on him like that, with intent and desire in his eyes. He shifts only a little as he leans back a little more so he can stay on his elbows, but with his legs flat to the ground. Absently, he reaches up to slide his fingertips over the line of Faraday's temple, through the hair there.
It's not undressing him, it's not being cooperative, but it's showing how much Vasquez appreciates this man. "It wasn't supposed to be trying for either of us," he says, digging his nails a little firmer into Faraday's scalp as he strokes his fingers through again and again, sitting up so he can lean up to kiss him. They're steady and consistent things, but no more than a gentle brush of lips. They say I love you without him having to put it into words, because he does.
If there's any constant he holds in this world, it's that he does, and it scares the shit out of him. He's never been responsible for anything until now, and now he's gone and fallen in love with a guero that will probably get him killed.
He reaches for the bandanna around his neck to start untying it, working buttons on his shirt alternately between desperate reaching kisses. Of course, he can't give in that easy. "When am I ever cooperative, querido?"
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Date: 2018-07-02 11:34 pm (UTC)It's not undressing him, it's not being cooperative, but it's showing how much Vasquez appreciates this man. "It wasn't supposed to be trying for either of us," he says, digging his nails a little firmer into Faraday's scalp as he strokes his fingers through again and again, sitting up so he can lean up to kiss him. They're steady and consistent things, but no more than a gentle brush of lips. They say I love you without him having to put it into words, because he does.
If there's any constant he holds in this world, it's that he does, and it scares the shit out of him. He's never been responsible for anything until now, and now he's gone and fallen in love with a guero that will probably get him killed.
He reaches for the bandanna around his neck to start untying it, working buttons on his shirt alternately between desperate reaching kisses. Of course, he can't give in that easy. "When am I ever cooperative, querido?"