Big Shocks and Cock Blocks

"Mom?" Lucas asked, shock evident on his face. Her arm's were outstretched and he gave her an awkward hug. Lucas was a hugger, at least he liked to hug Vincent, but his mother certainly was not. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I keep hearing from all my friends that you've been doing very well with this soccer... thing." His mother paused with a frown. "So I figured I'd better come out and visit. That's not a problem, is it?"

"No.. of course not." Lucas looked to Vincent helplessly. "I just.. how long are you staying?"

"Well I figure I ought to stay for the championship." She shrugged, her tight shoulder-padded suit rising with her. "Especially if you're going to play in it."

"Yes.. you ought to." Lucas repeated. "What hotel are you staying at?"

"Well, hotels are just so uncomfortable for me, you know, and seeing as I pay the rent here, I figured I'd just stay with you." His mother explained.

"Oh of course. Obviously." Lucas sputtered. He had no idea how his mother liked things, but was sure she liked things different than he had them.

"Vincent?" His mother asked, finally taking notice of the other boy in the room. "I hadn't realized you were attending this college."

"Oh.. yes." Vincent stuttered, his face a mess of red embarrassment. "I... I do... I mean I am."

"Goodness, are you sick? You look flush."

"No- I..."

"Good, because I can not afford to get sick. Election season is next fall, and I can't lose even a second. Be a dear and run my bags to bedroom when the bellboy brings them up, will you?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Vincent nodded sadly. Lucas wanted to run up and hug the boy. He wanted to scream at his mother, but he said nothing.

"Well." His mother stated as if she was expecting something.

"Well?" Lucas asked.

"Well I'm exhausted from travel, aren't you going to show me to my room? Where are your manners?" His mom complained.

"Sorry, mom." Lucas adjusted. "Do you want to..."

"Yes." Lucas' mother brushed passed him down the hallway.

"Mom, that's.. that's my bedroom." Lucas asked, brow furrowing in confusion as his mother entered his bedroom.

"It's the only one with a king size bed." His mother shrugged. "You wouldn't force your mother into the worse bedroom, would you? Honestly Lucas, I'm shocked at you. A few years of college and all of a sudden you've lost all sense of decorum."

"No, Mother." Lucas sighed. "Of course you can have the room. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. Now leave me." His mother rolled her eyes. "And tell Vincent to hurry up with my things. I need to change."

Lucas exited his bedroom, his face deflated with confusion and annoyance at the situation. This hadn't been the plan. It didn't make sense, and he was utterly unprepared.

"Are you alright?" Vincent wrapped his arms around Lucas, coming up from the side.

"No." Lucas admitted. "I don't know... I don't know how we hide this from my mom."

"Oh." Vincent's face fell.

"What?"

"It's nothing.. I just thought we were done with the hiding and everything." Vincent frowned.

"I'm sorry.. really I am." Lucas rolled on the balls of his feet. "I'm.. I just.. I can't tell her yet."

"I get it." Vincent nodded. "I know her too... I'm just disappointed."

"And you have every right to be... the way she treated you.. it's just wrong. I'm so fucking sorry.. I can't I just... I don't even know what to do." Lucas ran a hand through his thick blonde hair.

"What about how she treated you?"

"I'm used to it.. you're not. It isn't right-"

"It isn't right that you have to be used to it." Vincent interjected. "You shouldn't need to be. You deserve so much better." He reached onto his tip toes to press a chaste kiss on Lucas' lips. Instinctively the taller boy's eyes shot over to the bedroom where he knew his mother to be staying.

"Is this how it's going to be now?" Lucas' face furrowed angrily. "Us hiding in our own home?"

"It's like you said... the wait will only make the time we share more special."

"I said that?" Lucas asked. "That's romantic crap."

"Shush." Vincent scolded, messing up Lucas' hair and pulling him into another kiss. "I happen to like romantic crap." Vincent wrapped his arms tighter around Lucas head, pulling him closer.

"Oh? Vincent Chance, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to tempt me into doing something impure." Lucas chuckled, taking the kiss into his own control. "That's a risky game. I might just go there."

"I haven't the faintest clue what you're talking about." Vincent allowed his hands to drift down Lucas chest. Lucas at the motion flipped the two of them onto the couch and kissed Vincent deeply, pulling at the back of his hair, and biting his lip.

"If you touch me like that I can't control myself."

Vincent reached up and began kissing down the side of Lucas' jaw and his neck. Lucas face turned from cockiness to utter and sheer ecstasy, his green eyes rolling back in his head. Vincent took the encouragement and pushed Lucas back onto the couch, his head lifting up to give Vincent the action he wanted. Lucas' breathing sharpened as he attempted to quell any noises he was tempted to make.

Ever deeper, Vincent plunged, digging his head beneath the neckline of Lucas' grey T-shirt, the boy practically immobile in response. On a pause for breath Vincent slid his hands up Lucas' shirt, not removing it, but allowing his hands to feel the hairless stiff muscles. Lucas' chest and stomach were chiseled from stone, owing to his time on the field, and Vincent loved the feeling, the power, under his hands as he explored every hidden part of Lucas.

"Do you... do you want to move to bedroom?" Lucas managed to catch his breath to ask.

Vincent nodded slowly and Lucas broke into a grin, repaying the favor by kissing Vincent in gratitude. Blindly, without breaking contact, the two boys found their way to the second bedroom and landed on the bed, instantly becoming a tangle of body parts and sheets.

"I'm damn glad she took my room."

"Why?"

"Cause if she hadn't, she'd have seen all your stuff." Lucas smiled, gesturing to Vincent's books which managed to find their way between them on the bed. Vincent chuckled and tossed his biology book onto the floor, changing position so he was sitting in Lucas' lap. "Plus.." Lucas added breathlessly between kisses. "That room was mine..." He kissed Vincent again. "This one is ours."

"I like the sound of that." Vincent pulled off his shirt in one motion and leaned down to kiss Lucas' neck. He pulled the crucifix Lucas wore out and tangled it in his fingers, leading Lucas closer to him, as if they were even more attached. Vincent leaned back and Lucas reached to pull his shirt off, revealing a tantalizing slip of tanned skin.

"Lucas?" A voice called from outside.

"No..." Vincent whined, pulling at Lucas' hand, angry he was stopping.

"I have to..." Lucas trailed off, taking Vincent's hand to his mouth and placing a light kiss on it.

"Lucas!" The voice called again. Lucas stood up slowly and walked over to the door exiting the room. Vincent remained, tossing his shirt over his head once again, but he could still hear the voices from out in the hallway.

"Where's Vincent with my bags? I fell asleep waiting for him, and I'm going to wrinkle my suit, I need my dressing gown."

"The bellboy was late.. I had to send Vincent home." Lucas lied. "I'll go grab the bags for you."

Vincent heard silence accompanied by several complaints by Ms. Marshall, until there was some stumbling and an exasperated, "Finally!" signaling that Lucas had come back with the bags.

"Thank you dear. I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning." Lucas' mother stated. Lucas offered a small 'goodnight' as well before turning back into the bedroom. His face dropped in disappointment upon seeing Vincent fully dressed.

"Kinda kills the mood doesn't it?" Lucas asked and Vincent nodded with a small smile. "Bitch."