#cheresha

Happy Holidays zelenchai! Thank you so much for all you've done for the fandom, your art is utterly gorgeous ❤️

I hope this fic is an adequate gift for you. My apologies for the lack of good feels, I promise it'll get better from here - οur boys just had to sort some things out first.

Note: While I use the term Boxing throughout the fic, what Vegas and Pete are referring to is Muay Thai.

Hope you enjoy ❤️

*****

pull no punches

“Was boxing difficult for you?”

Pete was glad Vegas wasn't looking at him. He wouldn't be able to hide the way his face contorted, the way his breathing hitched. He didn't want Vegas to see it.

He laid Pete bare like that sometimes, by saying things that had the force of pool water invading his lungs. It wasn't exactly the same; there was no rope tied around his limbs, no ticking clock counting the seconds it’d take him to get free, no threat of drowning.

Now there was only Vegas, and his impossible questions.