Fourth year of college / Age 22...
Vincent finds himself putting outstretched hands on the clear glass in front of him each time a new airplane lands. However, when he realizes that he looks like the excited five-year-old next to him who is puffing his hot breath against the window, Vincent clears his throat and takes a seat. He pulls out his phone and swiftly tosses everyone around himâwho isn't even looking at him, by the wayâa glare for judging his excitement.
But how could he not be waiting on the edge of his seat? How could his body not be prickling with thrill at the idea that his boyfriend is going to be standing before him when they've been apart for nearly three months?
For someone so calm and collected, Vincent is nearly losing his shit. His eyes are flicking around to make sure that he is maintaining his subtleness.
Honestly speaking, although Vincent is very faithful in his relationship, he is guilty of having doubts in the beginning. Scared of the performance Hayden displayed in high school with his academics, Vincent thought his boyfriend wouldn't ever find the drive to improve for himself and his future. Nonetheless, Hayden has proved Vincent wrong, and the latter couldn't be prouder.
Over the summer, Hayden got a huge internship out of state that he dedicated nearly all his time to. Hayden called whenever he got a chance and most of the time was exhausted by the workload, but listening to Vincent's smooth voice whisper in his ear late at night like he was right next to him was what kept him going.
Vincent never imagined Hayden and accounting going together, but in some strange universe, it does. Thinking about Hayden being the sole operator of a bunch of financial accounts and money sounds like a nightmare from hell, but Hayden has to be doing something right to get such high praise in his career thus far.
Although Vincent has his own apartment back home, he visited Scott nearly every day over the summer, their bond growing stronger than ever over Hayden's missing presence. And when the pair found out that Hayden wouldn't be back until three days before college started, Scott helped Vincent pack up all his stuff and start moving into his new dorm along with bringing whatever he thought his son might need.
Vincent really doesn't have much of a college life when Hayden isn't around, and although Vincent would never admit this to his face, his boyfriend helps him live life to the fullest. Vincent has been hiding away with his books in his room since he arrived at college for his senior year, so he's actually happy that he knows Hayden is going to want to go out and do something tonight. There is always a time and a place for Hayden's spontaneityâhe usually picks the wrong timeâbut Vincent is coming to the realization that he needs that to be a better version of himself.
Goddamn. Vincent has really been missing his boyfriend. The sappy side of his brain has flipped on and he shudders in disgust when it won't flip back off.
Being too consumed by his loving thoughts of Haydenâas if it's anything to be embarrassed aboutâVincent doesn't notice that the last flight that landed is now unloading guests.
He sighs before looking up at the flurry of people with luggage and backpacks. He watches families and couples reunite with beautiful smiles, feeling a deep hurt ebbing away at his heart the longer he waits.
God, he just has to have that stupid man in his arms.
Vincent's entire body goes stiff when he sees a head full of frizzy brown hair sticking out under a cap. He easily recognizes the person sporting one of his favorite sweatshirts that he thought went missing.
Vincent's legs move before his mind does. He briskly weaves through jet-lagged individuals, and as if sensing his presence, Hayden turns around.
Vincent wishes he could get a video of the way Hayden's face lights upâhis eyes elated and a grin so marvelous that it's almost as if a spell is cast on Vincent, transferring a little smile to his lips as well.
"Hey," Vincent breathes, his hands comfortably thrown into his pockets.
"Hey, you," Hayden says back, the happiness showing in his tone.
They just stare at each other for a second, their brown-eyed gazes connected as if they are pulled away from the world around them.
When someone accidentally knocks into Vincent with their carry-on, he quickly moves out of the way while Hayden diligently follows.
Vincent scratches his head awkwardly, not knowing why he can't say all that he has thought about Hayden recently. Even after three years, why are words so hard for him?
"Um, do you want me to take your bags for you?" Vincent says softly, outstretching his hand.
Hayden takes one glance at his hand, another at his eyes, before he can't help but satisfy the deep need to just feel Vincent's touchâto have his body engulfed by his favorite person. Hayden buries his head in his shoulder, bunching up the fabric at his back as he hugs him tighter than ever before. Hayden melts into the familiar warmth.
"Sorry," Hayden mumbles softly, refusing to let go.
"Don't be," Vincent responds.
Nonetheless, Vincent is stunned by the public display of affection as his arms awkwardly hover around Hayden's body.
Trying to put aside his pride, Vincent opens his mouth and says, "Uh, I...I-I really...fuck."
His throat closes up.
Hayden laughs softly into Vincent's neck, his lips tickling Vincent's throat.
"I know, Vinny," Hayden breathes, rubbing his back comfortingly. He can see that Vincent is trying. "I missed you too."
Vincent sighs with relief, a smile etched into his face as his hand rests on Hayden's head protectively.
"Mmmm, I'm Vinny deprived," Hayden mumbles playfully, placing a discreet peck on Vincent's neck because he knows that his boyfriend doesn't like drawing a lot of attention in public, but Hayden needs to display his built-up affection before he explodes.
"That's not a thing," Vincent responds.
"Shut up, yes it is," Hayden beams before finally stepping away.
Hayden's not sure where his boyfriend's head is at, but all he knows is that he definitely wants to jump his bones when they get to their dorm. He just wants to love all over Vincent and have Vincent love all over him, knowing they weren't able to do that when Hayden was away for so long.
Hayden, not able to help himself, holds Vincent's face in his hands and adoringly brushes their noses. He whispers, "God, I love you so much. It's been hell without you."
Vincent swats his hands away, "You are being corny as shit. Come on."
Vincent grabs Hayden's stuff with equal parts aggressiveness and tenderness before grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of the airport. Hayden throws his head back with a laugh as he stumbles after his best friend.
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As promised, Hayden doesn't give Vincent a chance to breathe as they enter their dorm room after a lovely lunch of catching up. Vincent swears that he feels his heart stop in his chest when Hayden harshly pulls them together and plants his lips on Vincent's in a fiery kiss. Vincent barely kicks the door shut before his boyfriend tries to take off his clothes.
"Woah, woah, woah," Vincent laughs in shock, grabbing Hayden's hands that shoot toward his belt.
Hayden groans like a spoiled child, pushing his forehead into Vincent's cheek.
"But Vinnyyyyy."
"Hayden, I never said I'm opposed to it," Vincent chuckles. "I just don't know why you are in such a rush. We have all the time in the world."
"Yeah, and that time could be spent doing multiple rounds," Hayden says matter-of-factly.
Vincent playfully rolls his eyes.
Vincent should've known what he was getting into. Hayden has the highest sex drive he has ever seen, and although Vincent enjoys making love to his boyfriend, Hayden is fucking insane sometimes and he is just trying to keep up with how needy he is.
Vincent pushes a hand through Hayden's hair with a grin. "You know that these walls are also, like, paper-thin right?"
"And?" Hayden shrugs cheekily. "I wouldn't care if the door was open."
"You are such a fucking exhibitionist," Vincent snorts.
"And you love it," Hayden winks, holding his lip between his teeth as his hands fall to Vinny's hips.
Vincent immediately objects. "No, actually I don't love it at all. I think you are a literal weirdo."
"Am I a cute one at least?"
"I wish you were," Vincent teases.
Hayden gasps and slaps Vincent on the chest, their laughter tangling together like melodious harmony.
"So..." Hayden whispers.
"So?" Vincent repeats, lifting an eyebrow.
"Can we have sex now?" Hayden says innocently.
"God," Vincent laughs, staring into his boyfriend's pleading eyes. "You definitely are...unique."
"A good unique, right?"
"Definitely not," Vincent retorts before granting one of Hayden's little wishes.
Their lips softly touch, the achingly slow pace almost too much for Hayden to bear. He doesn't waste a second before grabbing Vincent's face adoringly at the same time that the black-haired man pushes his hands into the lower back of his boyfriend.
Vincent's tongue finally pokes through Hayden's parted lips, feeling their chapped state. He tilts his head to the side to embrace Hayden's mouth as their noses occasionally caress. He can feel the slight stubble on Hayden's chin but he doesn't mind.
Hayden hums happily as Vincent's tongue masterfully rolls against his. He takes another step closer to Vincent, completely pressing him against their wooden door. Hayden's enthusiastic hands slide up Vincent's shirt. He sure is glad that his boyfriend decided to keep playing football because his physique definitely makes this experience a hundred times better.
Vincent laughs against Hayden's lips. "Your hands are so goddamn cold."
"Saying that means you are extra susceptible to being tickled," Hayden mumbles, his words barely even distinguishable because kissing Vincent is something he could gladly do for the rest of his life.
"Tickle me and you're getting blue-balled," Vincent warns before his hands finally wander up Hayden's back, taking the fabric with him.
Hayden lifts his arms obediently, allowing Vincent to fling his shirt off somewhere else. Vincent easily pries his shirt off as well.
Hayden practically giggles in his spot when he runs his finger down the center of Vincent's chest, looking at the boy with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"God, I'm one lucky bitch," Hayden smirks, his gaze trailing further down Vincent's waistline.
"You are such a tease," Vincent replies with a little eye roll.
"Guilty," Hayden grins, shamelessly putting his hands over his best friend's strong pecs and connecting their mouths again.
Despite the sweetness oozing from their love, the mood starts to shift. Their breathing turns heavy, their lips start to bruise, and Vincent finally feels his passion growing.
Most of the time, Hayden is usually the one who initiates any heated moment between them. However, throughout their intimate moments, Vincent ends up being the one who is more touchy, who is whispering sweet nothings in his ear, who likes to drive him crazy with pleasure. Nonetheless, Hayden likes to put up a fight just to be bratty.
"Vinny," Hayden whispers breathlessly, his arms slung across Vincent's shoulders as Vincent's lips start drifting away from his mouth but don't disconnect with his skin.
"Hm?" Vincent says softly, grabbing a fist full of Hayden's hair to pull his head back so he can kiss up his throat.
"Can we try something?"
Vincent instantly says, "Not a chance."
Normally he is quite open to experimenting in any way that Hayden wants despite him being satisfied with vanilla intimacy, but because of what went down the last time Hayden proposed something, he isn't budging for a while.
"Why not?" Hayden pouts, pulling away when Vincent tries to nip at his collarbone.
"The last time we 'tried something,'" Vincent says with dramatic quotation marks, "You kneed me in the balls and I almost blacked out."
"Butâ"
"Not only that, but you bit me so fucking hard that my lip started bleeding and I almost needed stitches."
"You should be flattered," Hayden shrugs. "I felt really good."
"Well, I'm glad you did," Vincent chuckles. "But it wasn't sexy to have blood dripping from my mouth."
"Iâ"
"Listen, I know you're a masochist, but I'm not," Vincent laughs, smoothing his hands down Hayden's arms tenderly. "And I wasn't even finished yet. You were so goddamn loud that our hall monitor had to have a conference with us about being quieter."
Hayden shrugs, "Not my problem that he's jealous about not getting railed every week."
Vincent laughs, "All in all, the answer is no."
"Hmph," Hayden crosses his arms.
"Come here," Vincent beams, pulling Hayden's chin toward him.
He huffs again and looks away, but Vincent isn't a stranger to the games his boyfriend likes to play.
Vincent sighs, "Alright, alright. What do you want to try?"
"I can show you better than I can tell you," Hayden whispers seductively.
"Nope, nada," Vincent refutes. "I'm not buying that bullshit. Tell me first."
"But, Vincent!"
"I could stand here all day," Vincent claims with a little smile, loving Hayden's melodramatic self.
Hayden kisses Vincent in an effort to distract him.
"Not gonna work," Vincent mumbles between smooches.
"I'm gonna do it."
"Don't you fucking dare," Vincent warns against his lips as their hands return to each other's body.
"I'm going toâ"
"Hayden, don't."
"Sorry, not sorry."
"Haydâ"
With no chance to prepare himself, Vincent doesn't expect Hayden to try to jump up into his arms and wrap his legs around his waist. As expected, Hayden's dumbass plan goes horribly wrong.
Because of Vincent's proximity to the door, Hayden slams both of his knees into the frame. He shrieks in midair at the unpleasant feeling of hitting his joints, and looking for something to grab onto as he is falling backward, he brings down Vincent with him.
It's quite sad how many times Vincent has been caught in this situationâgetting dragged down to the ground because of Hayden's stupidity.
Nonetheless, even though he prepares to brace himself for impact, Vincent doesn't foresee their foreheads harshly banging together as Hayden's back slaps the ground.
They simultaneously groan. Hayden clutches his head while Vincent tries to blink away the pain.
"Hayden," Vincent says after a few moments.
"Yes?" he replies with an awkward smile.
"Do that shit again and you're dead."
"Like ghost kind-of-dead or mummy-kind ofâ"
Vincent's harsh look instantly silences him.
"Sorry," he says sincerely.
Vincent hates that with one little downturn of Hayden's lips, he instantly cuts his boyfriend some slack.
Vincent places his hands by his brown-haired lover's head and props himself up to cage Hayden under his form. Vincent kisses his eyebrow, watching a shy grin light up Hayden's guilty expression.
"Do you want to continue?" Vincent asks patiently.
Hayden enthusiastically nods, a gentle laugh tumbling out of his mouth as his hands soothe over the ridges of Vincent's ribs.
Vincent isn't exactly fond of the floor, but he knows that Hayden could care less. He doesn't even want to know the weirdest place where his boyfriend has done it.
"I'm waiting~" Hayden sings, his lips pursed expectantly.
Vincent pecks his lips before attaching his mouth to his neck, his hand squeezing underneath Hayden's back that is pressed into the ground.
"Oh, even better," Hayden snickers, his legs wrapping around the back of Vincent's thighs as he pulls his body closer.
Vincent plants hot kisses down his neck, causing Hayden to feel heat rush through his body. Vincent nips at the skin where he can feel his boyfriend's quick pulse before sucking at the delicate spot, remembering how much he loves Hayden painted in his love marks.
Hayden's hands involuntarily squeeze Vincent's skin, his fingerprints leaving little red imprints that disappear within a matter of seconds. He pushes his lower half into Vincent's, hating the fact that they both still have clothes on. However, he knows that Vincent likes to take his time; something he loves and hates in equal capacities.
Once Vincent is satisfied with the deep purple mark he leaves on Hayden's freckled skin, he gladly observes the brunette's blissful expression that is begging for more.
"Little lower," Hayden manages.
Vincent nods and whispers in Hayden's ear. "Okay. I'll do anything you want me to do to you."
Hayden feels his toes curling at the statement. He adores the way that Vincent becomes exceptionally affectionate and sexy when taking care of him like this.
As Hayden folds under the feather-light touch, the more that Vincent's teeth scrape his neck and the more that his heart pounds as his unintelligible words skim Vincent's cheek, Hayden needs more.
"Vinâ"
Suddenly, Hayden's ringtone is loudly blaring, startling the both of them.
"Fuck!" Hayden exclaims, scaring Vincent even further. "Goddammit!"
Vincent just watches with genuine concern and amusement as Hayden continues cursing like a sailor as he wrestles his phone out of his pocket.
"Stupid-ass fucking phone call. So damn shitty and stupid andâ" Hayden takes the call. "Hello, father," he sighs.
"Hello to you too," Scott answers. "Why do you sound so disappointed?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"No. Absolutely not," Scott says quickly.
Vincent chuckles at the pout tainting Hayden's lips at ruining their steamy moment. However, knowing that the phone call is probably going to be a short one, he continues with his plan.
Hayden almost accidentally moans into the receiver at the unexpected way that Vincent attaches his lips to his chest, planning to coat that area in hickeys too.
"How was the internship? Are you back at your dorm already?"
"Uh...yeah...good," Hayden responds, squeezing his eyes shut but placing his hand on the back of Vincent's head to let him know to keep going. Vincent smirks up at Hayden before moving further down.
"What was it like? Did you learn anything new?" Scott questions curiously.
God, Hayden has never wanted his dad to shut up more.
"Uh...it was...busy..." Hayden trails off when he feels Vincent move the waistband of his pants slightly down but not completely off. He watches Vincent with an expression full of question as he distractedly says, "Yeah...met some new...peoplâ"
Hayden lets out a sound in between a moan and a shriek in surprise when Vincent playfully bites his hip before soothing the sting with a quick swipe of his tongue.
"What was that?"
"A dog," Hayden blubbers, biting his knuckles when Vincent doesn't stop, but also doesn't give Hayden what he really wants.
"You don't have a dog."
"I'm w-watching dog videos," Hayden manages.
Vincent presses teasing kisses all over Hayden's hip and navel, causing Hayden to squirm.
"Anyways, I just wanted to check up on you and see how you were doing. Iâ"
"Fuck, do that again," Hayden breathes, forgetting where he is.
Vincent has to stifle a laugh at seeing his pleasureful boyfriend.
Scott narrows his eyes suspiciously before saying, "Vincent?"
Vincent crawls up Hayden's body, leaving little ghost touches on his skin. Hayden slaps a hand over his mouth as he looks at Vincent, his face happily burning in embarrassment. Vincent places an innocent kiss on his collarbone before saying, "Yes?"
"Nope, nope, nope," Scott shudders in disgust. " You literal horn dogs. We are not doing this. Call me after you two have finished putting your hands on each other. Jesus Christ."
Scott hangs up the phone.
"I hate the fact that I can tell you enjoyed that," Vincent grumbles.
"How can I not?" he shrugs innocently. "There's a sex god in the room."
"Iâ"
"I was talking about myself," Hayden says matter-of-factly, glancing at his nails to seem careless and to add to his sass.
"Yep, you are getting blue-balled," Vincent claims, trying to climb to his feet.
"Vinnyyyyy," Hayden whines, shamelessly clinging to his boyfriend's shirtless form.
Vincent laughs when Hayden doesn't relent his tugging. He eventually flops back down when he can't stand Hayden's never-ending pout.
Hayden, however, seizes the small opportunity that he isn't trapped under his boyfriend's form. He easily grabs Vincent's hips and switches their positions. He tosses Vincent a dopey grin when he happily straddles his lap, puts an elbow on his chest, and props his head up to give his grumbling boyfriend a smug wink.
"You're not going anywhere, partner," Hayden smiles, pulling a cowboy hat out of what seems like thin air and smoothly placing it on his head.
"Hayden, no."
"What?" he says innocently, batting his eyelashes for an added touch.
"I've told you this a million times before," Vincent sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We aren't doing a cowboy role play. That is a hard no."
"But whyyyyy not?" Hayden groans, throwing his hands up in the air defensively. "If I'm gonna ride, I have to do it properly." He slaps Vincent's thigh and yells, "Giddy up!"
When Hayden starts teasingly rolling his hips against Vincent's, Vincent clamps his hands down on his hips to get him to stop moving. Hayden breathes out a long breath in disappointment, jutting his lower lip out dramatically.
"Hayden," Vincent says softly, grinning up at his brunette.
"Hm?"
"Honestly, I think you are strange as fuck sometimes," Vincent chuckles. Hayden opens his mouth to say something but Vincent cuts him off and keeps speaking. "Late at night, I really wonder how I fell for your ass of all people. How on earth did the universe miraculously pull us together and how in the world do we actually work out? Did you ever think we'd turn out this way?"
"Huh?" Hayden mumbles distractedly, physically shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Sorry, I got lost after you used that big 'M' word. And wait...was that a complaint I heard?"
"Nâ"
Hayden slaps Vincent's other thigh. "Like the wind, Vinny boy!"
Finally, Vincent falls weak to the amount of love he shares for this man. A deep laugh rumbles out of his chest, so free and full and so unusual for Vincent that Hayden stops his ridiculousness to admire the dose of happiness beautifully painting his boyfriend's face.
It's not until a full minute has gone by that Vincent finally calms down, wiping the slight tears from his eyes and taking a deep breath. The two boys stare at each other sweetly before Vincent finally manages a small, "I missed you like hell."
Vincent expects Hayden to either melt from the unusually warm words from Vincent or say something equally as sappy back, but instead, he whips out his phone and presses the record button.
"Wait, go again. I didn't quite catch that," Hayden beams, his hair falling over his eyes enchantingly as he leans closer to his best friend.
Vincent stays silent, looking away bashfully.
Hayden doesn't let his unrelenting boyfriend ruin his mood, though. He goes straight to the notes app to add Vinny's statement to his small, but growing collection.
"On August 19th..." Hayden begins, typing away on his phone. "Vinny said that heâand I quoteâmissed me like hell...And done." he shuts his phone off and pretends he doesn't see Vincent's questioning look.
"What was that?" Vincent asks, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
"A record of your words of affirmation," Hayden says proudly. "You are now up to fifteen entries. You even got two this month. Good job."
"I'm definitely deleting that shit when I get a chance," Vincent grumbles.
Hayden laughs haughtily, "Oh, sweet, stupid, innocent little Vinny. I have a password that is over twenty characters long that is keeping this for my eyes, and my eyes only. You'll be lucky if you can figure it out by the time we are eighty."
"I hate you."
"Mhm, love you too," Hayden chirps, planting a long kiss on Vincent's cheek. "Anyways, sex?"
"Man, nothing deters you, does it?" Vincent snickers.
"Hm...nope!"
"Can we please go to the bed then?" Vincent asks.
"Ugh? Why?! The floor is so much fun!" Hayden then gasps and practically screams, "Oh, you could fuck me on your desk!"
Vincent sighs when he realizes how loud his boyfriend's unfiltered mouth is, even in the safety of their room.
"Wait, I change my mind," Hayden chimes, tapping his chin. "Can I top, actually?"
That's certainly a new request from Vincent's boyfriend of three years.
Vincent shrugs, "Sure, I don't care."
"Wait, really?" Hayden says, stunned.
"If it keeps you from your loud-ass pornstar moaning, then I'm down to try anything at this point," Vincent teases. "But honestly, Hayden, you shouldn't be afraid to ask me anything. If we try it and we don't like it, then we don't. No big deal. And I know I make fun of you a lotâ"
"Yeah, a whole lot," Hayden adds with a playful grin.
"But I like you for you; all strings attached. I told you the same exact thing when we were in middle school. However, I'm not budging on that cowboy thing."
"Boo," Hayden huffs.
Vincent chuckles, absentmindedly soothing his fingers up Hayden's thigh.
"Then can I propose something?" Hayden whispers.
Vincent rolls his eyes, hoping the request is at least a sane one.
"What?"
Hayden closes his eyes and places one of his hands over Vincent's heart.
"I actually want you to top. I'll make you beg one day, but for now, I'm enjoying being a bratty bottom," he begins with a smirk. "Anyways, I know I've briefly brought this up before...a-and I know you don't like hurting me, but I was wondering if you could at least try being a little rough."
"Why are your eyes closed?" Vincent asks patiently.
"I don't know. I don't want to see you judge me."
"Listen, if I wanted to judge you for your sexual preferences, I would have." Vincent grins, "Oh, wait. I already did."
"Vinny," Hayden pouts.
"But I'm also sadly the one in a relationship with you."
Hayden clicks his tongue and crosses his arms.
"I can't say that I love the idea, but of course I can try for you. However, that is something that I would only feel comfortable with after we have talked about it. Deal?"
Vincent gently helps his boyfriend up before guiding Hayden over to his bed.
"Mhm," Hayden hums happily, silently watching Vincent stroll across the room to grab them both a water bottle.
Vincent makes it back on the bed and Hayden moves closer, sitting crisscrossed as he gratefully accepts the hydration from Vincent. Hayden tangles their fingers together as they begin to gently discuss and compromise on how they are going to proceed in ways that can satisfy both of them.
One might call this little exchange lame or unnecessary but for someone who is fairly bad at communication and another who is so open to everything that they tend to forget about the preferences of their partner, this is needed for the couple who wants to get lost in love and pleasure after being apart for months.
After establishing the proper boundaries and talking about what each one needs from the other, only then do their pants and underwear come off as they resume their heated night in their dorm room that is illuminated by the light of the stars in the night sky. Whispers tell a long line of sweet nothings as skin is caressed in equally tender and aggressive ways. The rustle of bed sheets is no silent tune for Vincent and Hayden are tangled into the fabric. Continuous grunts fall from their lips as their passion for one another is heightened. By the end of the ordeal, as promised prior to their exchange, Vincent is softly soothing any marks, scratches, or bruises left on Hayden's body, but the latter couldn't care less in his blissful state.
This night was the first step in opening up the idea of more intimate or vulnerable conversations. The significance of their desires on this night might make the pair stronger for the better and lead them away from feeling ashamed at any future topic in the days to come.
...And to nobody's surprise, they have yet another complaint from their hall monitor waiting for them in the morning.