Ticking Clock

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Vaughn’s hand prints were going to be branded on Neil’s thighs. At least, that’s what it felt like as Vaughn’s touch set the other man’s skin ablaze as the grip there tightened. The pain of it was dull, enjoyable if Neil were to be honest about it, and the blond pulled himself closer, practically grinding himself against Vaughn’s lap in a shameless act of desperation for friction. 

Neil pulled back from the kiss for only a moment to see Vaughn’s expression, hair disheveled and blood smeared across pale skin and thin lips, pupils blown wide. Neil could only imagine his own appearance, likely something similar. He panted slightly, nearly breathless from the encounter. 

And then he dove back into the deep end. 

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For a moment, as the last bit of rational thought was brought to the forefront of Neil’s mind, he worried that he’d be rejected, that Vaughn would recoil in disgust and push him off to send him tumbling to the floor with Neil’s own pride shattered. However, all worries of rejection were halted and dispelled as soon as Neil felt Vaughn kiss him back, and the affirmation of Vaughn’s reciprocation was cemented when the seated man pulled Neil into his lap completely. 

 The blond was quick to make himself comfortable, a low groan in the back of his throat escaping as he pressed himself even further into the kiss, his hands roaming back to run through Vaughn’s hair. 

 Fuck, he felt like electricity was coursing through his veins. 

 Neil used his new hand placement to pull Vaughn’s lips closer to his, as close as he could get him. Again and again, Neil kissed him, the taste of alcohol and iron coating his tongue and he sent it out to taste Vaughn’s own. 

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Neil’s expression twisted into one of discomfort for more than one reason. The sound of Vaughn’s nose cartilage readjusting at his doing was enough to make the blond’s stomach flip, but the tight grip on his thighs as the man beneath him braced the pain of the adjustment sent goosebumps of fire across Neil’s skin. 

Fuck, he hadn’t been grabbed like that in a while. Longer than he realized, since his body jolted at the initial grab. 

Blood-red irises locked onto the same color beginning to drip from Vaughn’s nose. With a gentle touch, Neil’s thumb brushed it away, effectively breaking the surface tension of it and causing the blood to drip down Vaughn’s face in a more steady flow. Again, Neil’s thumb brushed against it, smearing it against Vaughn’s pale skin, a stark contrast to the dark red. 

 Neil wanted to kiss him. 

The thought entered his mind before he could stop it. He inhaled a sharp breath at the realization before he threw caution to the wind and leaned in, inebriation taking control and ruling his mind. Neil leaned in and pressed his lips to Vaughn’s, the taste of iron on his lips and Neil’s eyes fell shut as he pressed further, hands still cradling the other’s face, diving straight into the deep end without and assurance that he wouldn’t drown.

Fuck, it was as nice as he thought it would be, if not better. 

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The journey home was short-lived, the goal of getting to the ranch being more than enough motivation for both of the inebriated men to move quickly and efficiently. Or, at the very least, as efficiently as two drunks hanging off of one another could be. 

Vaughn abandoned Neil’s side as soon as they got home and the blond had little time to feel any type of way about it before the taller man began stripping down. Neil’s face flushed red, burning crimson from the tips of his ears to down his neck. It was only when Vaughn began to stumble away in the direction of the bathroom that Neil had caught his breath and was able to think properly once again. He reached up to rub the back of his neck in frustration, hoping that he could sweep out the inappropriate thoughts that suddenly flooded his mind. He heard the bathroom close and the water begin to run from the shower head, and Neil took the opportunity to head to his room to change out of his own slightly-muddied clothes. He caught his reflection in the mirror and sucked in a breath through his teeth when he realized that he was still wearing Vaughn’s hat. After taking a glance towards his bedroom door to ensure it was closed and blocking any possible prying eyes, Neil pulled the hat from his head and inhaled the distinct scent of the hat’s owner, a smell that Neil had unknowingly become accustomed to and, much to his annoyance, enjoyed. 

 Neil let out long, frustrated sigh and set the hat on the bed before getting  to work disrobing and changing into more comfortable clothing. Despite the colder night air out, it was warmer in the farm house for once. Though, the alcohol running through Neil’s blood was partially to blame for that. Neil slipped on a black tank top and donned his usual sweats that he wore at home, then walked out to the living room, bare feet padding along the wood floor audibly, his presence announced with each step.

The sight that awaited him in the living room made Neil stop in his tracks for a moment. This was likely the least amount of clothing that Neil had ever seen Vaughn in, and the realization had Neil walking over to take his own swig from the whiskey bottle, indirect kiss be damned. There was a job to do, after all, and after three probably-too-big gulps of the liquid courage searing his throat, Neil placed himself in front of Vaughn to examine the extent of the injuries.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered as his ruby red gaze swept over Vaughn’s facial features. If he stared too long, he’d start noticing the length of Vaughn’s eyelashes, or the slight flush in his pale cheeks from the alcohol. Neil reached a hand out to gingerly touch the slightly-bent nose, careful not to disturb it too much, fingers feather-light against the other’s skin. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch...”

After a moment, Neil huffed and eliminated what pride he had left, alcohol taking over any proper decision making skills that would have kept Neil from making poor choices, and the blond placed a leg on either side of Vaughn’s thighs, effectively straddling the other man as he sat on the wooden dining chair.. He had to act quick before he got embarrassed or Vaughn pushed him off. He placed a thumb on each side of Vaughn’s nose, his fingers and palms cradling each side of the other’s face. Had he not been about to readjust his nose, Neil would have thought he was about to— ah, those thoughts again.