Author's Note ~~~
Since this book isn't labeled as mature, thought I would go ahead and warn you guys that there is sexual content in this chapter. If you don't wish to read it, please don't continue reading past the second scene break. And for another reminder, anytime someone is speaking in italics, it means they are speaking in Vincent's second language.
Enjoy:)
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Age 26...
Vincent groans, the flurry of bed sheets and blankets around him making him too hot. From the long night he had yesterday at his school with the open house for his students, he wanted to sleep in for as long as humanly possible, but his discomfort is blocking his goal. He squeezes his eyes shut, tosses and turns in his bed, and takes a deep breath, needing at least a couple more hours of snooze time.
However, before he can finally relax, he lets out a tired whisper, "Hayden, you awake?"
When he receives no response, his arm crawls through the sheets to try and find his boyfriend's waistâjust like it does every morning.
He pops one eye open suspiciously when he realizes that Hayden isn't occupying his usual half of the bed.
"Hayden?" Vincent repeats, lifting his head up tiredly with horribly disheveled hair and looking accusingly at his empty bed as if it will make Hayden magically appear.
There's a little voice of worry in the back of Vincent's head that he instantly tries to push away. Vincent knows that Hayden can take care of himself but that doesn't stop him from being protective, especially with how whipped he is for that man.
He instantly reaches for his phone and his eyebrows furrow in confusion when not a single notification from Hayden pops up.
Vincent thinks back to last night when he stumbled into his apartment. Almost everything in their living room and kitchen is packed away into brown boxes piled up to his height since he and Hayden are transitioning to their very first house. Although Vincent is excited about the place they just bought, when he was tumbling through the cluttered space after a long day of work last night, his boyfriend completely slipped his mind. All he could think about was sleep at that moment, and now Vincent is starting to panic since he knows for a fact that when he climbed into bed yesterday, Hayden wasn't there.
Vincent shoots out from his sheets, immediately waltzing into the bathroom to get ready as he dials Hayden's number. He sighs heavily when Hayden doesn't answer but begins brushing his teeth. Only then does he catch the timeâit's nearly 2. Vincent can't believe he wanted to go back to sleep when he's slept for more than ten hours.
While Vincent absentmindedly continues to cleanse his mouth, his eyes pan all around the mirror, looking at the expanse of the room. Suddenly, he focuses on the small cup to the right of the sink that typically houses both of their toothbrushes. The only problem is that Hayden's is missing.
"The fuck?" Vincent huffs, opening the cabinets below to see if his toothbrush miraculously ended up in there, but he is left even more bewildered when he realizes that none of Hayden's usual hygiene products are there. His pomade is gone, the light-colored lotion he uses every day that Vincent secretly loves the smell of, even Hayden's awful-smelling cologne that he wears just to spite Vincent.
Not even bothering to wash his mouth out, he stumbles to their closet with his toothbrush hanging halfway out of his mouth. Although some of their clothes are already at their new home, Hayden should still have some belongings in the space, so imagine Vincent's surprise when he finds none.
Vincent quickly throws a sweatshirt over his head and makes a pit stop at the bathroom to finally get rid of his toothbrush. He then races all across the apartment, trying to see if his suspicions are true...and unfortunately, they are.
None of Hayden's stuff is occupying the area. Not even a careless sock is thrown about the floor.
For anyone else, they might think that Hayden was responsible for once and moved everything to the home he and Vincent just bought all by himself, but Vincent knows that isn't the case, especially with how weird his boyfriend has been acting for the past few months.
Vincent is the type of person who doesn't push people into talking if they don't want to, but he was quick to notice that Hayden was growing distantânot physically, but emotionally. Vincent was sure to let Hayden know that he was always there for him, but Hayden never took the offer, and Vincent is now sort of regretting that he didn't pressure his boyfriend because he knows that he went off and did something stupid.
Vincent gives Hayden one more chance by dialing his number, but when it goes straight to voicemail, he actually feels himself growing furious.
"God, he is going to give me fucking gray hairs before I'm in my thirties," Vincent grumbles before hastily putting some shoes on and stomping out to his car.
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Scott doesn't look surprised to see Vincent standing on the other side of his front door.
He sighs, "I tried talking some sense into him."
Vincent grumbles something under his breath before trying to angrily step past Scott, but the man stills him with a firm grip on his arm.
Vincent looks at him impatiently because he really wants to give his boyfriend a piece of his mind. Not only that, but he has so many questions, including why after almost eight years of dating, he finally wants to shut him out without a word, without a warning, and what seems to be without reason.
"Listen, I know my kid isn't the most rational person out thereâ"
"That's putting it nicely," Vincent scoffs, feeling his fuse run short.
"âBut please try to get him to talk," Scott sighs. "I don't know what happened between you guysâ"
Funny because Vincent doesn't know either.
"âbut please just be nice. He doesn't seem like he is in a good place. And you know how much I love you, but if you make Hayden cry, that will be another story," Scott warns lightheartedly.
"I can't make any promises right now," Vincent admits harshly, peeking over Scott's shoulder to see if Hayden is in sight.
"I get it," Scott sighs with a little half-smile, patting Vincent's shoulder. "He's in his room."
Vincent nods before strutting to the destination. When he sees some moving boxes piled outside his door that were supposed to be on the way to their new, cozy home, Vincent tries to push his rage down.
His hand shoots toward the doorknob. It's locked. He takes an agitated deep breath before losing his patience and yanking on the damn thing.
"Hayden, so help me god, if you don't get your ass out here and talk to me, you are going to have a slow and painful deathâone that I have already orchestrated in my head."
He waits for a response but hears none.
He starts pounding his fist on the door. "I know you heard me," Vincent sneers.
"Vinny!" Finally, there is a muffled shout from the other side of the door. "That's not fair! You can't threaten violence upon me to make me talk."
"Yes the fuck I can," Vincent bites back. "Especially when you do dumb shit like this."
Hell, just yesterday morning he and Hayden were fine. Despite all the things he mentioned earlier about his boyfriend becoming slightly distant, he would've never expected Hayden to avoid him like this, much less try to move all his stuff out and avoid all contact.
Thank goodness Hayden isn't smart enough to go somewhere other than his childhood home.
"I'm giving you five seconds to unlock the door before I bust it down," Vincent threatens, his tone unwavering because he just wants to get down to the bottom of all of thisâwhatever this exactly is. "Five...Fouâ"
The door clicks, and Vincent instantly shoves it open. Inside, he finds his boyfriend awkwardly standing in the middle of the room and Vincent doesn't waste a second before meeting him there, his chest puffing angrily. He tries to ignore the rest of the moving boxes cluttered in the space as his eyes bore into his boyfriend's, who only looks up at him sheepishly.
"What the hell are you doing?" Vincent breathes. "Is this all some sort of game?"
Hayden gulps up at Vinny when he can see the vein popping out of the side of his neck. He breaks eye contact, knowing what he did was bad but knowing that he doesn't regret it for a single second if it makes Vincent's life better.
Hayden smiles widely and cracks a joke, trying to distract from the situation.
"Vinny, what do you call a reluctant potato? A hesitaterâ"
"Goddammit, Hayden!" Vincent shouts. "Be serious for once in your life!"
Hayden flinches from the outburst, all traces of amusement totally wiped off his face.
Hayden then says in a meek voice, "...You never yell at me."
"I wouldn't have to if you talked to me like a normal person," Vincent spits. "Tell me what is going on right now. You at least owe me that."
Hayden feels really flustered. He doesn't want to tell Vincent the real reason why he is pulling away.
Hayden isn't exactly using his brain when he leans forward and kisses Vincent. He wishes that he didn't relax as easily as he does with Vincent's lips so warm and inviting, but if it's going to be the last time, he is going to make it count.
What Hayden doesn't expect is for Vincent to abruptly shove his hands into his chest, making the startled boy take a step back.
"You don't get to fucking do that, Hayden," Vincent snarls. "You don't get to fucking run into my arms and kiss me whenever you want just because you can't stand confrontation. You don't get that comfort when I have given you chance after chance after chance to tell me what's wrong and all you do is pull some mindless shit like this. Now, I am askingâno, actually I'm demandingâyou to tell me what is going on. Hayden, we just bought a fucking house, so if you are getting cold feet, that's fine, that's something we can work out, but what's not fine is you trying to run away unprovoked because you let your stupidity dictate your actions."
Hayden doesn't like Vincent's last sentence at all. Oftentimes, Vincent jokes about Hayden being stupid, but the amount of conviction in his statement makes Hayden think that he actually meant it, and that hurts Hayden a lot.
He takes a step back, trying not to get emotional. He then says, "I'm breaking up with you, Vinny."
Vincent feels as though he's been struck in the chest. He strides over to meet Hayden again, desperately grabbing Hayden's elbow with almost comically wide eyes.
"No you aren't," Vincent says, his tone doing a complete 360 because his voice wobbles with uncertainty. "What are you talking about, Hayden?"
"Vincent," Hayden mumbles, trying to pull out of the ravenette's grip. "We areâ"
Vincent closes his eyes and breathes deeply, "Don't call me that."
Hayden finally pries Vincent's fingers off of his arm before taking a step back to distance himself.
"Vinny, we can't be together anymore," Hayden speaks firmly.
"No."
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean you aren't breaking up with me, dipshit," Vincent says, his shock finally dissipating into anger once again.
"That's not your choice to make," Hayden scoffs, his frustration finally growing with his stubborn boyfriend. Both of them are fairly hotheaded so whatever is about to happen between them can't be anything good.
"If it takes two to tango, then it takes two to break," Vincent spits, stepping closer to Hayden.
Hayden knows for a fact that Vincent would never put his hands on him with ill intentions but that doesn't stop Hayden from wanting to cower under the intimidation he radiates.
"Vinny, enough," Hayden huffs, throwing his hands in the air. "Just accept it. We're done."
"That's bullshit. I'm not buying that for one second. What the hell could possibly be going on that makes you resort to this? I don't get it."
"Vinny," Hayden sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose like he would rather be anywhere else. "Please just leave. I'm sorry for everything, but I really can't be with you anymore."
Vincent demands, "Tell me you don't love me then."
Hayden's eyes widen at the request but then he fiercely says, "I...d-don't love you."
"You're lying," Vincent says shortly. "You always look to the right and pick at your shirt when you aren't being truthful."
Hayden instantly tucks his hands in his back pockets before looking Vincent in the eye and repeating himself. "I don't love you anymore, Vincent."
Vincent just stares at him for a second, trying to understand how when they went on a date two days ago, everything was absolutely perfect. They were laughing, holding each other's hands, and ended the night with many soft kisses as they were tangled in their bed sheets.
"Hayden," Vincent then breathes. "I don't know what you are getting at nor do I know why you are trying to piss me off, but if you make me walk out that door, I'm never speaking to you again. I will hate you, and I mean that."
Hayden feels his facade slightly start to crack, but the longer that Vincent waits for a reply from the brunette, the more he feels his fight slipping away. After all, he isn't going to force Hayden to do anythingânot even love him.
When Vincent turns his back and walks toward the door, he then sarcastically says, "I'm glad that it's so fucking easy for you to drop me from your life. I'm fucking ecstatic that I'm nothing more than a damn distraction that you can just toss aside as if seven years doesn't mean shit."
The second Vincent steps through the door frame, Hayden finally breaks.
"You think this is easy for me?!" He snaps. Vincent turns around to find Hayden's face flushed with distress and his eyes quickly filling with tears. "I sobbed for hours at the thought of leaving you heartbroken and leaving the place that belongs to usâthe place where I feel so loved every fucking day by you!" Hayden wraps his arms around himself. "God, I don't want to do this! I don't want you to walk out that door because I know that the second you do, I won't meet another person like you. I will never find anyone who comes even close to Vincent Russell at getting me, and that terrifies me! How am I supposed to be fucking okay with turning my back on the person who makes me feel beautiful and loved and confident?! I hate myself right now!"
Vincent immediately stalks back toward Hayden at the last statement, not fond of him saying negative things about himself.
Hayden begins to pull at his hair distraughtly as tears stream down his face.
"How could I be so terrible to build a life and a future with you only to realize it would never fucking matter because I'm only disservicing you?! As someone who wants to throw up at the idea of not waking up to you every morning, you need more than I can give y-you. Please just go o-off and marry whatever pretty girl you want b-because maybe then you can have a healthy relationship with your parents. Maybe y-you can have all the h-happiness that I h-have that I didn't even realize was a privilege. M-M-Maybe y-you c-can..."
Hayden starts making a high wheezing sound like he can't find the air to breathe. His hands start uncontrollably twitching at his side and Vincent's worry instantly kicks in. Hayden tries to speak again but only stumbles over his words as he feels himself grow weaker, planting a hand on the dresser nearby to stabilize himself.
Vincent instantly begins to soothe Hayden, not caring how mad at him he is right now. He has never seen Hayden this broken, and it's clear to him that his boyfriend only made a mistake.
"Breathe, Hay," Vincent whispers, pressing his lips right at the boy's ear as he envelopes his head with his arm. Hayden gasps into his shoulder, unable to calm down. "Breathe. It's okay. It's okay. I'm not mad at you."
Hayden nods and weakly says, "I-I hate that I'm trying to hurt y-you, but it's for the best."
"Shh, no it's not," Vincent whispers, his eyes drifting shut as he presses his cheek into Hayden's head fondly.
"Vin," Hayden mumbles, trying to push the taller man away even though he doesn't have the strength to with his mini breakdown.
Vincent only grabs both of his hands before holding them over his heart.
Hayden continues to try and weakly push Vincent away but Vincent only shushes him and pushes his body further into the shorter's with every half-hearted protest.
Eventually, Hayden settles down to small sniffles with his ear pressed to Vincent's heart, the ravenette not even telling him to do so.
"Hayden," Vincent says softly, rubbing his back. "Look at me for a second."
Hayden slowly follows the command, and Vincent feels his heart crumble at his love's deep sunken eyes and sorrowful face.
"Did this all start after I came home from that visit with my parents a while ago?"
Hayden gives a hesitant but simple nod.
"And you think that just because I'm dating you means that I'm sheltering myself from something greaterâfrom something that could make my life easier in the long run if I wasn't with you?"
Another nod.
Vincent sighs before trapping Hayden's face between his hands, not to show affection but to try and really get something through Hayden's head.
"Hay, how many times do I have to tell you that we are different people?" Vincent says, but there isn't a single ounce of annoyance in his tone. "That's the beauty of what makes us, us. You may need to have a relationship with your father to be content with life but I don't need one with my mother to be satisfied. Hayden, I don't want her in my life if she can't accept something that makes me so undeniably fucking happy. Honestly, our relationship was falling apart before you were even in the picture, so don't think for one second that I'm settling or regretting what we have when I wouldn't give it away for the world. Approval can be important to you, but it isn't important to me and I'm hoping that you understand that because I can't lose you. Okay?"
"Mhm," Hayden hums, almost inaudibly, as his arms curl around Vincent's neck. "I'm sorry, my Vinny."
"I know you are," Vincent smiles, holding Hayden up entirely when he feels his boyfriend's thigh at his waist, begging to curl around his hips. "And I'm sorry about my comment from earlier. I could tell that it upset you. While I do think you do a lot of stupid things, I don't think you are stupid. I am also sorry for yelling at you."
Hayden lets out a sound similar to a giggle into the other man's neck before mumbling an "'s okay."
"Don't try to leave me again," Vincent whispers.
Hayden pecks Vincent's neck before saying, "I won't. I promise I won't."
Vincent nods and then asks, "Ready to go home?"
"Our new home?" Hayden says in an airy, almost innocent tone.
"Sure," Vincent chuckles. "By the way, if you actually wanted to break up when we just bought a house together, I just might have murdered you. Literally almost everything is finalized."
"I know," Hayden whines. "I'm not exactly good with timing."
"Yeah, I definitely know that by now," Vincent snorts, rolling his eyes fondly. He then ponders, "How on earth did you get all of your moving boxes here within the span of like six hours and without me knowing?"
Hayden grimaces, "I paid a couple hundred dollars for some movers when you were stuck at the school."
"Well, because of your idiocy," Vincent teases, "your punishment is to move them into the new house all by yourself."
"Okay," Hayden huffs disappointedly, but he understands where he went wrong and desperately wants to make it up to Vincent.
"And one more thing before we go..."
"Yes?"
"Sometimes I just need you to do me a favor and remember that you are over six feet tall and heavy as fuck. I know you preach about the princess treatment or whatever, but I'm literally trying so hard not to drop you."
"Vinny!" Hayden exclaims lightheartedly with a laugh. "That's not polite!"
"I'm just telling the truth," Vincent shrugs, finally walking through the rest of the house.
Hayden laughs softly as he continues to be carried away by the person that he loves so dearly, but truthfully, love isn't a strong enough word to express what he feels. He puts his chin on Vinny's shoulder as his eyes shut in serenity.
Vincent walks through the living room to find Scott on the couch with the television playing at a low volume. Scott spots the couple and can't help but smile in relief.
"Is everything okay?" Scott asks.
"Everything is perfecâ"
"No, Vinny just called me fat," Hayden pouts.
Vincent barks out a laugh as Scott says, "...What?"
"You'll survive," Vincent says with a playful roll of his eyes before addressing Scott. "We are all good now and headed home. We will talk to you later."
Scott chuckles, "Bye, boys."
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Vincent and Hayden's new home honestly doesn't have much, but they both still light up at the notion of staying somewhere new that is entirely theirs. They don't even have much furniture occupying the space, much less a bed, so the two didn't exactly think it through when they said they were going to stay there tonight.
Currently, Hayden is sitting on a fuzzy blanket in front of the fireplace, staring at the flames because it's one of his favorite aspects of the house. It reminds him of warmth, success, and even though there isn't any correlation, his wonderful boyfriend.
Speaking of Vincent, he is in the low-lit kitchen making them hot chocolate with what little supplies they have.
It's been pretty quiet since they returned from Scott's house and all that went down, but the silence is comfortable. Hayden hasn't cracked many jokes and Vincent hasn't even taken the opportunity to tease his boyfriend because they can feel the effects of each other's love and presence without many words.
Vincent finally roams over to the fireplace with two cups of hot cocoa, taking a seat right next to his boyfriend. Hayden tosses Vincent a soft smile as he is handed the warm drink and Vincent pushes Hayden's hair back that has fallen in front of his eyes. Hayden's eyes scrunch up happily and he can't help but let his head fall to his boyfriend's shoulders as he curls into his side, contently sipping at his hot chocolate.
Vincent grabs the other blanket that he dug out from a box and drapes it across their shoulders. His hand then snakes under the blanket, resting on Hayden's opposite hip and pulling him closer even though their sides were already fused together. Hayden laughs lightly, Vincent nearly folding under the beautiful sound.
After a few minutes, Hayden pulls away from Vincent's shoulder. Vincent looks at him in question, but Hayden only appears clueless to his boyfriend's attention as he places his cup down and watches the fireplace burn with fascination. Vincent examines Hayden's side profile, thinking about how gorgeous he is in the warm lighting, how messy but lovable his hair is, and how his plump lips are almost always slightly upturned in the most beautiful of ways. And when Hayden begins to slightly bob his head and hum a random tune to himself, Vincent can't help but watch his adorable boyfriend's every action.
When Hayden finally turns to Vincent, he doesn't expect to find the ravenette already looking at him intensely. He feels slightly embarrassed as his cheeks heat up because he didn't realize that Vincent had been blatantly staring at him. Hayden briefly turns away and tries to calm the redness of his face because of Vincent looking at him so meaningfullyâlike he is truly the most important person in his life.
Vincent places his empty cup down before leaning over and kissing Hayden's clothed shoulder. The faint touches nearly cause Hayden to melt into a pile of blissful mess as Vincent trails his hand under his shirt to proceed with the loving action. Vincent carefully splays a hand over the man's lower stomach as his lips finally begin to touch Hayden's flawless skin. Hayden sighs softly and drops his head forward when Vincent pecks the back of his neck carefully.
Suddenly, Vincent's hand is turning Hayden's cheek toward him as he seals their lips. Their mouths move at an achingly slow pace, but it doesn't lack passion whatsoever. Their tongues intertwine and dance as Vincent licks deeply into his boyfriend's mouth. And Hayden loves it. Hayden loves the fervent, leisurely way that Vincent kisses him, almost like he wants all time to slow while they are kissing. Vincent nibbles on Hayden's lower lip, causing Hayden to release a gentle sound of pleasure into the other's mouth.
Vincent firmly places his hand on the inside of Hayden's thigh while his other hand soothes up the brunette's rib cage. Hayden feels slightly overwhelmed by the touch but feels no need to escape it because he knows that Vincent will always take care of him.
Just to get a look at the bright red color of Hayden's lips, Vincent breaks the kiss to stare down at his boyfriend. Hayden keeps his eyes shut.
"You're not putting up a fight?" Vincent smirks.
Hayden simply shakes his head and shrugs, "I think I just want you to love me."
"Hay, you know I do," Vincent confesses, not understanding what his boyfriend is getting at.
"No, I just mean that I want you to love me on your own terms. I don't want to fight right now. Besides...I want you to do all of the work," Hayden chuckles.
Vincent softly says, "Can I continue then?"
"Vinny," Hayden groans. "We've been together for years. You don't have to ask for permission every single time."
"I know but it makes me feel better if I do." Vincent smiles, "And I assume you don't want to top?"
"If I wanted to top, I would already be doing it," Hayden deadpans.
"You're so full of shit," Vincent snorts only to receive a light hit on the chest by a beaming Hayden.
Hayden sighs and bashfully says, "Do as you wish. I trust you."
Vincent grins as he places a wet kiss on Hayden's cheek and tugs his shirt off. Suddenly, Vincent disappears from Hayden's sightline, but the brunette has nothing to worry about because he knows Vincent likes to show his love softly and without a time constraint. That's why Hayden isn't surprised when he feels Vincent's hands glide up his sides and kisses in his hair. Hayden chuckles happily when Vinny continues to run his hands all over his skin appreciatively.
"I love you, Vinny," Hayden chirps.
It's quiet for a few moments before Vincent simply hugs Hayden from behind. He squeezes him tight as he whispers, "I love you too...more than you'll ever know."
"Mmmm, this is my favorite Vincent...the cuddly one," Hayden smugly says as Vincent's fingertips dance along his skin.
"I'm not fucking cuddly," Vincent spits.
"Liar," Hayden coughs. Vincent stops touching Hayden entirely, causing the boy to groan pathetically. "Wait, I'm just kidding. Vinny, come back. I need attention."
"Of course you fucking do," Vincent grumbles, drawing little shapes onto his boyfriend's back.
"You know, it's moments like these when you are supposed to whisper sweet things to the other before you go to pound town," Hayden comments.
"God, I'm embarrassed to be around you sometimes," Vincent snorts. "Who says pound town?"
"Pretty boys who can make a tall, scary, moody, usually disrespectful, and stubborn boy do anything he wants," Hayden chimes.
"Well...good thing you are ugly as fuck."
"Vincent Arden Russell!"
Hayden finally whips around to give his boyfriend a stern glare. Vincent only bursts out laughing at Hayden trying to be threatening. Vincent then reaches out and tilts Hayden's face forward once again.
"Ugly bitch," Hayden says as he crosses his arms and clicks his tongue.
"That's my line, bitch," Vincent says back.
"Fuck me already, bitch."
"Wait patiently, bitch."
"But that big D in me...bitch," Hayden says playfully.
"Jesus Christ," Vincent sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You aren't allowed to mutter another man's name in my presence," Hayden pouts.
"Oh, shut up," Vincent laughs, slightly pulling his boyfriend's shoulder to lay down. Hayden complies.
Vincent runs a hand through his boyfriend's hair, leaning over his face. Hayden smiles and puckers his lips in question. Vincent rolls his eyes but leans down and pecks his lips.
"You know, Vinny," Hayden begins as Vincent reaches toward the button of his pants. "We are about to cross something off my sexual fantasies list: loving sex by the fireplace."
"We will see if I don't throw you in the fire before that happens," Vincent smiles as Hayden lifts his hips so he can slide the pants off his legs. "I'm not even going to comment on the list thing because I'm not surprised."
"You wanna know what else is on the list? Sâ"
"No, I don't," Vincent interjects immediately, paying special attention to his boyfriend's scarred thigh. He plants kisses on his skin before caressing the area softly. He then says, "Also you talk so fucking much during this that you're lucky I think you're cute."
"Thank you."
"Yep, not a compliment," Vincent laughs.
Hayden grins and grabs his boyfriend's hands, but Vincent quickly pulls away from the grip and Hayden pouts.
"Just a minute, my love," Vincent says as he tugs his shirt off and quickly slips out of his pants.
As Hayden tries to translate what Vincent said in his second language, Vincent quickly strides across their vast living room to find some condoms and lube.
When Vincent returns to his boyfriend, Hayden finally decodes the last part of his sentence. His eyes pop open in surprise and he isn't able to hide his cheery smile. Before he can say anything to Vincent about the unusual pet name, Vincent fits his lips over Hayden's.
Hayden forgets every single thought in his head as he wraps his arms around Vinny, trying to tug him closer. Vincent once again kisses him deeply but doesn't put any weight on him. Hayden understands why his request wasn't met when Vincent places his hands on his hips and turns him onto his stomach. Their underwear quickly comes off as Vincent rubs little circles into Hayden's back.
"Are you comfortable?" Vincent asks.
Hayden thinks for a second before smiling as he tucks his face in his arms, sighing dreamily. "Always."
With the pop of a cap and a deep breath, Vincent finally begins to prep Hayden. Hayden immediately tries to push back against his boyfriend, to chase the short burst of pleasure, but Vincent only laughs before planting a hand firmly on the small of his back.
"Vinny..." Hayden whines.
"I'll take care of you. Just relax."
Hayden breathes deeply and allows his boyfriend to take control. His throat hitches though when Vincent climbs over him and presses his chest against his back, not letting up the pressure of his hand for one second. As a matter of fact, he adds a second finger.
Hayden loves the feeling of Vincent's body encasing him entirely. Where Vincent's unoccupied arm is next to Hayden's head, Hayden wraps a hand around his wrist, needing some kind of contact with the one he loves so dearly.
When Vincent adds a third finger, Hayden finally tenses up. Vincent nuzzles his head into Hayden's neck as a distraction when he begins to writhe underneath him. Hayden starts to breathe heavily when his boyfriend keeps hitting the special spot that drives him absolutely wild. Hayden moans lowly when the sensation becomes overwhelming.
"T-Too much, Vinny," Hayden manages when he's only seconds away from coming undone.
Immediately, Vincent stops and despite Hayden telling him to do so, he groans at the loss of Vincent's hand. Vincent quickly rolls the condom on, grabs some extra lube, and carefully presses inside his needy boyfriend.
They both release a groan as Vincent falls forward and traps one of his boyfriend's hands under his own while the other firmly wraps around his waist so he can bring the brunette flush against his body. They have done this many times before, but tears still prick the corners of Hayden's eyes at being so full. He presses his forehead into the floor and tries to ignore the uncomfortable stretch. Thankfully, when Hayden feels kisses being pressed up his spine, he begins to finally unwind.
"God," Vincent breathes, straining his muscles as he tries to remain still for the sake of his boyfriend. "A-Are you okay?"
Hayden mumbles something incomprehensible.
"Words, Hay."
"Please move," he chokes out, clawing the ground and clenching his eyes shut.
Vincent once again reaches out and physically turns Hayden's face so his cheek is fused to the floor but Vincent can still see his blissful state. Vincent finally sets a slow pace, pulling out and pushing back in, as he leans forward and traps Hayden's lips in a sloppy kiss. Hayden happily moves his lips against Vinny's but it doesn't change the fact that sometimes he needs a break to moan into his mouth or catch his breath.
"God, you're so handsome," Vincent confesses, letting his lips break away from Hayden's as he begins to suck hickeys into his shoulders and back, speeding up the tiniest bit.
Hayden can't help but release a breathy whine at the combination of friction underneath him and Vincent's unrelenting thrusts. And when Vincent grasps Hayden's hips, slightly pulling Hayden onto his knees and changing the angle, Hayden clamps his teeth down on his lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
The same as before, Vincent plants kisses on Hayden's back to show how much he cares. Hayden is to the point where he can't help but moan nearly every second. Hayden's mind is so foggy that he doesn't even realize the blanket has slipped away from underneath him and he is getting carpet burn on his forearms. All he can do is attempt to push his hips back to chase the pleasure because it's not enough, and Vincent knows that.
"V-Vinny, please," Hayden whimpers, melting a bit when Vincent begins to kiss by his ear. "Faster."
Vincent does as he says, groaning into Hayden's ear at the exertion. It nearly causes Hayden to lose his shit, especially since he can feel his boyfriend's warm breath brushing past his cheek. Hayden turns his cheek as a silent request and Vincent easily takes the opportunity to kiss him again. Vincent soothes his hands down Hayden's arms in the process and instantly notices when Hayden flinches as he presses down on his forearms.
Vincent stops entirely, causing Hayden to mewl as his body trembles at the rapid switch-up. Hayden looks back at his boyfriend accusingly, but he should know better than to think that Vincent would be purposely trying to torture him. Vincent shoots Hayden an apologetic look before pulling out entirely.
"Come here," Vincent whispers, lightly tugging on Hayden's hand.
When Hayden can barely manage to move because of his shaking legs and the pain in his lower gut without release, Vincent easily maneuvers the man into his lap. He stares up at his lover's face, loving the redness of his cheeks and damp hair. Hayden smiles softly when Vincent kisses up each of his irritated forearms before urging them around his neck.
"Sorry," Vincent whispers, lightly kissing under Hayden's jaw.
"You should know by now that I like the pain," Hayden laughs, resting his forehead against Vincent's as his legs lock around the taller's waist.
"Yeah, but I don't like you in pain," Vincent counters. "I thought we were doing this my way?"
"We are," Hayden smiles. "I like seeing how you care for me so sweetly. I know you're kind of rough-edged in public, but I like that the softer side of you is only reserved for me. If that makes me selfish, then so be it. I just love you too much."
Vincent chuckles, "You tell anyone that I'm going soft for you, I'll beat your ass."
"I know, I know," Hayden muses, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, a weird look crosses his face and Vincent taps Hayden's hip to encourage him to fess up. "I'm really sorry for earlier. I don't ever want to leave thisâyou, our home, our lifeâbecause I wouldn't know how to be happy without it. I hope you aren't mad at me; I only thought that you needed...more."
"But I don't, Hayden," Vincent confesses, pushing a hand through Hayden's hair. "I could've never imagined being this lucky. I literally grew up with you. I know you're my person, so please stop doubting how fucking happy I am with you. Okay?"
Hayden smiles, "Okay...can I ask something though before we continue?"
"Hm?"
"Can you keep talking in your other language? It's sexy."
Vincent laughs before saying, "I guess I can fulfill that request."
Hayden beams when he understands the entirety of the sentence. He plants a long peck on Vincent's forehead.
Just as Vincent is about to ease back into Hayden, his boyfriend is picking his body up and doing the work for him. Hayden bites his lip as he slowly lowers himself until their hips are flush together. He lets out a long and blissful sigh as Vincent soothes his hands up his back supportively.
"Ready?" Vincent whispers, loving how the heat of their fireplace only adds to their intimate display.
Hayden only answers by masterfully rolling his hips, setting his own pace. Vincent can't help but laugh because even though they said they were going to make love on Vincent's terms, Hayden still wants to have some control. Vincent doesn't mind, though.
Hayden tangles his fingers in Vincent's hair as little sounds of pleasure slip away from his mouth. Hayden places his lips on his boyfriend's, knowing that there is nothing in this world he loves more than belonging to Vinny. Vincent's hands grasp Hayden's hips as he kisses him just as passionately.
They continue with that steady pace as both of their bodies become painted with bruise marks from their eager hands. Sweat soon taints their skin. From the tension in their stomachs that arose earlier, both aren't far from their climax.
Suddenly, Vincent wraps his arms around Hayden's waist and meets Hayden's thrusts, easily hitting the brunette's weak spot.
"Vinny~" Hayden moans, burying his face into Vincent's shoulder. His entire body is trembling, seconds away from falling apart.
"I k-know," Vincent says breathlessly. "I'm close too."
The speed becomes erratic, frantic even as the two men try to find release. Neither one of them is silent as their hands claw into the other's skin, causing further thrill.
"Vincent, Vincent, a-ah Vincent!" Hayden chants, feeling his insides twist into knots.
Hearing the beautiful way that Hayden practically wails his name sends Vincent tumbling over the edge. The deep noise that Vincent makes at his climax has Hayden following right after him, seeing nothing but stars at the undeniable pleasure. Hayden slumps against Vincent in exhaustion and Vincent lazily circles his hips to help his boyfriend through his orgasm before separating their bodies.
Hayden clings to Vincent, placing his cheek on his boyfriend's shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. He closes his eyes and coats Vincent's slick skin in little, lethargic kisses. Vincent holds his boyfriend caringly, knowing that nobody else could replace the man in his arms.
"I love the way you say my name," Vincent confesses into his boyfriend's ear. "I love how incredibly sexy you are. I love that you drive me crazy. I love the things you do to me. God, I'm so in love with you."
Hayden chuckles weakly before managing to lift his head and kiss Vincent's nose.
"I'm also so insanely in love with you," Hayden grins.
Vincent cheekily pinches Hayden's waist before trying to untangle their limbs. When Vincent leaves Hayden lying on the disarrayed blanket, Hayden latches onto Vincent's hand.
"Don't leave," Hayden huffs tiredly, wanting to cuddle into his boyfriend's warmth despite the fire blazing nearby.
"I'm just going to clean us up real quick," Vincent explains, gently prying Hayden's fingers away.
Hayden pouts but nods, waiting patiently for his boyfriend's return as his eyes peacefully shut.
Vincent gets rid of the condom and finds a box of tissues. He lets Hayden know of his return when he runs a hand down his thigh. A drunken smile falls off Hayden's lips before he curls into his boyfriend.
"Are you okay?" Vincent asks after cleaning up Hayden and placing a hand on his cheek.
Hayden instantly covers Vincent's hand on his cheek with his own. "I'm always okay when I'm with you, Vinny."
"Sappy-ass fool."
Hayden laughs before saying, "You may be onto something with this vanilla shit."
Vincent snorts, and Hayden can't help but draw closer to him at the unfiltered sound. Hayden tosses a leg over Vincent's hip and stares into his boyfriend's eyes as they lay their heads on the ground mere inches apart from each other.
Vincent says, "Your pronunciation has gotten really damn good."
Hayden beams at the little praise, tucking his head under Vincent's chin. "Thank you, Vinny. I just really want the language to sound natural from my mouth because if it's an important part of your life, then it's an important part of mine too. And...if you want our kids to be bilingual, then I want to be right beside you and able to understand your conversations."
"Who says we are having kids?" Vincent teases, patting Hayden's back comfortingly.
"Me," Hayden huffs. "Can't you just imagine a cute, little mini-me running around?"
"Sounds like a nightmare," Vincent grins, receiving a pinch in the chest from his boyfriend.
"Oh!" Hayden exclaims, causing Vincent to flinch from the abrupt outburst. "Did you know that Cecilia's pregnant?"
"What? Really?" Vincent responds.
"Mhm," Hayden chirps, looking Vincent in the eyes once again before smushing Vincent's cheeks in his hands. "We are going to be uncles! I'm so excited!"
Vincent tries to say something snarky but can't come up with anything when he spots the elation covering Hayden's features. His eyes soften at Hayden's unwavering smile.
"I can't wait," Vincent whispers, his eyes slipping shut as his fingers wander through his boyfriend's hair. "Goodnight, Hay."
Hayden nuzzles his head into Vincent's shoulder and breathes deeply like he can never get enough of his natural smell. He laces their fingers together as his heartbeat begins to slow contentedly.
"Goodnight, handsome."