cherry wine

“distraction?” isaiah echoes with curiosity, but mostly with growing concern. he’s always been protective of the people he cares about, especially his bestfriend vince. was there something vince was struggling with? did isaiah miss the signs? he leans closer. “vince, you can tell me anything. or if you don’t want to share right now, that’s okay.” isaiah tries to shove down his own feelings. “i’m always here for you. no matter what.”

“Thanks, Isaiah,” Vince gave him a half-smile. He’d never known someone so kind and supportive, it was one of the things that made Vince fall for him in the first place. “Well, let’s just say I’m trying to get over someone, but it’s weird because we never even dated, so...” Vince shrugged, suddenly feeling the urge to back out of the conversation. He pushed through anyway, there really was no point in trying to ignore his feelings. 

sam forgets how to breathe. he doesn’t know what’s more bewildering: that ari’s in love with him, or that ari believes he’s not sam’s type. his chest aches while seeing that smile. “ari.” he breathes deeply. “i don’t have a type. because there’s no one like you.”  sam dares to reach out for ari’s hand. “it’s always been you. i just- i didn’t want to fuck things up between us.”

Ari’s eyes were fixed on the ground, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He almost wished he could stuff the words back into his mouth and swallow them. Boldness wasn’t something he was used to. 

“Y’know, if you need a wedding date that badly I could always go with you and pretend to be your boyfriend. We could come up with a meet-cute and everything!” Matthew smiled. “You ex will be there too, right? Why don’t we pretend to be super in love to make him jealous? Hell, why not propose to me at the reception?” It probably wasn’t the best idea, offering to be the fake boyfriend of the person you were secretly in love with - but, hey - this could be the closest he ever gets.

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Steve was so distracted by the kiss he didn’t really notice he was being pulled in any direction, but obeyed when it happened and more than happy to just let Vince decide how this went down. So long as those kisses kept coming, so long as he got to feel him like that again and again. “More than okay” He whispered between deep kisses, breath shaken and lips now wet as he looked at the man with heated breath. “Just tell me how you want me Vince, anything for you. Whatever you want” He promised, leaning down to kiss his neck and gently unbutton the man’s shirt so he could kiss his chest as well and just worship him from head to toe if he got the chance to. Anything for Vince.

Hook, line and sinker. At least that’s what Oscar thought when he saw the man walking over from the corner of his eye and the smirk on the young man’s face didn’t falter whatsoever. Taking another silent sip of his drink, brow raised at the other’s rather bold and casual words. Perhaps he wasn’t as shy as he’d assumed or the guy had a good poker face. Well, there were ways to test that and Oscar was game to do just that. “And what exactly would we be doing in said room that we couldn’t do here, hm?” He hummed, turning his gaze to the other with a raised brow.

 “And without even giving me a name or offering me a drink first, tut tut. Manners” He almost cooed out, fingers moving to toy with one of the buttons on the older man’s shirt. “How about you give me that name, buy me a drink first and look me in the eyes first handsome and maybe I’ll say yes. Unless you’re a little too in over your head or too shy for me?” He grinned, letting his fingers trail over the other for a moment before bringing the hand back to his glass. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this a lot he could already tell.

Steve’s hands kept dancing across Vince, tracing his fingers against the other man as if to map him out entirely. How could a moment be so sweet and intimate and yet feel so intense in the same breath. His smile growing at the confession, allowing the next kiss to come from Vince and a soft little sound of pleasure escaped Steve’s lips as he felt the tongue moving into his mouth, a deeper and slightly hungrier kiss that caused him to drag his lips away after a moment’s and run his hand down Vince’s chest and just let their heated breaths linger for a moment as he found a moment of clarity to respond.

“I’m fairly certain I was yours the minute you kissed me like that” He whispered against those lips, leaning in for another kiss and letting the slow passion build and deepen between. Bodies so close, Steve just sunk into the moment and let himself forget everything else. Crossing boundaries of friendship, his ex, none of it mattered. Just this moment with them and wherever it would lead. 

“oh okay…” he was surprised by that moan. if matt was hot already, him begging was probably something that louis would never forget. “you’re… something else, matthew. surprise me every five minutes.”  he spanked matt’s booty. thinking that he was spanking someone ‘straight’ was kinda hot. he’d never had one of those guys. even if matt wasn’t one of them. “so what are you comfortable with? i was about to eat your ass but maybe you wanna top me. or are you going full way at your first?”

Steve’s hands were still on Vince, as if not wanting to completely lose the physical contact between them even when they weren’t kissing. “I mean, you kissed me and I just kissed you back” He murmured shivering as he felt the intimate sensation of the thumb brushing against his bottom lip and felt the goosebumps running down his spine and the fluttering of his eyes at the sensation of it all. “I’m fairly certain I kissed you because it was the only thing I wanted to do in that moment” He murmured, leaning in a little so their noses brushed together and eyes locked on each other in a moment of both tenderness and yet intensity that was almost impossible to describe.

“And if it calms that jealousy you may have felt in the past, that’s the best kiss I’ve had in a long time” Steve confessed with a lower voice, lips teasingly brushing together again for just a moment and shaken breath followed as he ran his hands up and down Vince’s shoulders. “So…” He murmured, blue eyes locked on Vince. “About what I said before, about anyone being lucky to be yours….is that what you want Vince?” He asked, voice quieter as their eyes locked on each other. “Would you like me to be yours?”

“It does, actually,” Vince smiled, a sense of pride swelling in him. He reveled in the feeling of Steve’s hands moving over him, briefly letting himself imagine what it would feel like to have his hands on his bare skin. He draped his arms over Steve’s shoulders, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Of course I do Vince, I’m fairly sure you’re the only one who questions your worth or how wonderful you are” Steve said with a gentle smile and didn’t stop him when he placed the hand on the his knee and kept it there, glancing down for a moment before looking back at Vince and for a moment there was a silence that lingered between them before he watched as his friend moved in slowly, hand moving to his chin and cupping it as he felt Vince’s warm hands, his hot breath on Steve’s lips and then it happened. The kiss was slow and gentle, a brief kiss that by all means did shock Steve and during the kiss he didn’t do much. He didn’t pull away, but he also didn’t return the kiss. But the moment Vince began to pull away, he leaned in and caught his lips in a kiss. A little deeper, but just as slow as his hands came down to the man’s sides and just lingered in this wonderful moment before he pulled back slowly.

“That’s quite a way to comfort me” He managed to say, a soft smile on his lips and blue eyes lingering on Vince as he leaned in to brush their lips together again, nose bumping and enjoying the moment before pulling back again and meeting his gaze. “I take it this is why you never liked any of my previous dates?” He asked, a playful little smile on his face.

The first kiss was an admission. A way for Vince to get his feelings across without complicating them with words. He thought he knew what was coming when he didn’t feel Steve kiss him back. In a second, Vince ran all the responses Steve might have through his head, all the ways he could gently turn him down. If he was going to have his heart broken, he was lucky it would be by someone as kind as Steve. And then the second kiss came, and all his fears dissolved at once. He kissed back, sighing blissfully as he felt Steve’s hands on him.

“Life rarely is that simple” He nodded in agreement, unable to argue that only any front as he silently took a swig of the beer offered to him before gently placing it down on the table and turning back to Vincent. “But even so you’ve always been your worst critic Vince, ever since I’ve known you” He pointed out, a hand gently squeezing his thigh and watching him with soft blue eyes. “So again, don’t sell yourself short okay? You’ve always been hesitant to go for what you want and assumed you couldn’t have it before you even tried. Don’t let that fear of rejection stop you from going for what you want, okay?” Steve smiled gently, far more happy to talk about Vince and help his friend then he was talking about his own breakup. “Anyone would be lucky to be yours and I mean it.”

Vince felt himself blush as Steve squeezed his thigh. He settled his hand on top of Steve’s wanting to keep it there for as long as he could. Steve’s words resonated with him. He knew that he wasn’t the bravest or most confident man, but there were things worth the risk of being rejected. Did Steve even realize he was fanning the flame? That with every kind word that came out of his mouth, Vince loved him all the more for it? He felt as if he was a dam ready to break, and that all his feelings were going to come out at once. The walls he had built inside of himself were no match against the person that made him want to break them all down.

Steve initially hadn’t wanted to bother Vince at all, but the man had just so happened to call when it was all over and could tell something was wrong and when he finally got the truth out of Steve that things had ended between them well he’d all but insisted Steve come over. He knew he’d be okay, a little dissapointed and saddened by it all but it hadn’t been a long enough thing to really be emotionally devastated. But the company was still appreciated as he sat on the couch, thanking the other for the beer that he held onto but didn’t bother taking a sip from just yet. “I suppose you’re right, not sure you could even count it as a relationship fully.” He sighed before frowning at the man’s joking self-depreciation. “Don’t talk like that Vince, we both know any guy or girl would be lucky to be yours. Don’t sell yourself short, even for a joke.”