#vanjie

I love Vanjie so much and I can’t remember the last time I posted a picture here lol.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63722920

modernlovedespair

Summary:

Their marriage is a delicate and incredible ecosystem. Two men who love each other, and as they make out in a private booth of the bar, they felt the need to talk it through once again. What do they want with him? Are they sure? Is it the right guy?

Notes:

For @theartificialdane

I wanted to explore in what circumstances in a fictional futur they would explore this together ,

Please be kind,

Enjoy and share if you liked ❤️

A delicate ecosystem

Work Text:

Monogamy is a challenge for most of their drag sisters. Some are in open relationships; many choose to stay single. Travelling for shows means almost no time at home. Their own relationship is monogamous. Publicly, they have always been exclusive.

Privately, though, they have been dipping their little toes into the monogamish lifestyle. Always together. Always far away from home.

/

A few years into their marriage, they met a winemaker in Spain while out dining, which made them both feel fuzzy inside. He was a 6-foot-5 handsome stranger, in his late thirties, with an accent so sweet it made their heads spin. They first noticed him while waiting for their dinner reservation. He was a delicate yet mainly looking man with a neatly trimmed beard and a hairy chest, smelling like Y Eau de Parfum by Yves Saint-Laurent. As they ate, he came to their table to showcase his wines. Stephano was confident, sweet, and funny. He flirted with both of them and even made them giggle. Instead of freaking out, they felt intrigued. As the night evolved, their eyes kept meeting. He came to see them far more often than necessary. They continued whispering to each other and kissing as the night progressed. They were delighted to find out Stephano didn’t know who they were.

They felt the urge to bring to life a desire they had discussed in great detail: how it might feel to make out with someone else together—a one-time exploration.

When the winemaker gave them his phone number at the end of their meal and invited them to visit his vineyard while on vacation, they politely declined. He seemed disappointed. For a moment, they thought they might have read the situation wrong. Perhaps he knew them and looked forward to having semi-famous people take pictures at his winery. He surprised them by suggesting meeting up for a drink in an hour if they wouldn’t mind waiting for him to finish with the wine tasting. They agreed, all giggly and turned on.

/

Their marriage is a delicate and incredible ecosystem. Two men who love each other, and as they make out in a private booth of the bar, they felt the need to talk it through once again. What do they want with him? Are they sure? Is it the right guy?

/

They had been discussing possibly making out with a third together for a few months and needed to figure out what would work for them. What would be their limits?

Kissing: hell yeah. Light caresses: maybe. Anything else: no.

They agreed to stay open to eventually meeting someone together on a vacation. They had fantastic sex fantasizing and talking it through, the “would he, would they” of it all, so exciting on his own. They weren’t looking to make it happen desperately. The fit had to feel right.

They had some imperatives. It needed to happen while they were on vacation, just the two of them, far from home, with a stranger who wasn’t a fan and was over 30. Someone who expressed interest in both of them equally. They hadn’t met anyone they found attractive while feeling comfortable enough to want to share these things with -- until Spain.

They both felt they might want their one-time kissing fantasy to become a reality with the winemaker, depending on how their time at the bar with him went. It isn’t something they would have expected for their relationship years ago, but it felt right. Some concerns remained. Namely, would Stephano be interested in doing this with them, and would he respect their limits?

/

Jose was caught off guard when Stephano arrived while Brock was at the washroom. He was wondering what to do and what to say. He got up to welcome him clumsily, and they hugged. The guy’s beard made him feel some kind of way. He liked it. As the guy complimented and kissed his cheek clumsily, he felt a bit shy. This was about his husband too. He couldn’t wait for him to return and for them to share this moment.

As Brock returned to the booth, he felt flushed by what he saw. He had been in the bathroom for two minutes, and Jose and Stephano laughed and talked quite closely. For a moment, he felt a delicious possessive urge toward his man. Jose quickly noticed him approaching and smiled brightly, signaling Brock’s arrival. His man always made him feel safe and sound. He felt his husband’s eyes roaming over his body and felt hot all over. Stephano smiled at him and gave him a look that was nothing short of hunger. He got up to welcome him and hugged him quickly. Brock met Jose’s eyes as they separated. He was enticed to see that the look in his husband’s eyes was full of mischief. The guy invited him to sit down, but as he did it, Jose got up.

Jose expected himself to feel overwhelmed at seeing Brock and the guy holding each other. Instead, it turned him on. The guy was taller than Brock, and Jose found it hot.

Jose might have felt hot all over picturing his husband moaning while he and Stephano would kiss Brock’s neck. His man so deliciously responsive.

He felt slightly nervous; this was new, uncharted territory for them. He announced he would go to the washroom. He did it to clear his head and give them a minute to talk.

Jose told them they should order something for him and that he would return. He kissed Brock hard and whispered in his ears to sit down and enjoy himself. Brock wondered for a moment if something was wrong, but as his eyes followed his husband’s ass, Jose turned back and winked at him, which reassured him. Brock sat down and talked with Stephano. He learned that he was single. They probably should have make sure about that before agreeing to go out with him. They were new to all this; they needed to be gentle with themselves. As Stephano ordered a nice bottle of wine, Brock glanced at his phone and considered joining Jose in the restroom. Was what they were doing wise? As soon as the thought entered his mind, he noticed his man walking back and felt himself calm down.

Brock got up and kissed him. “How are you feeling baby?” Jose whispered.” “Really good, what about you?” Brock answered, “I’m feeling great too," Jose confirmed. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, they saw how much the other one meant it. They kissed again, and Brock invited him to sit between them, which Jose appreciated.

The way his husband and the stranger focused their attention on him for a while made him feel a bit like a god. Brock poured him wine and Stephane asked him thoughtful questions. Brock kept kissing him as they talked with Stephano.

Jose felt coquettish and hot all over. In all their fantasy talk regarding the eventuality of something like that ever happening, his husband had made it clear that the idea of pleasing him with someone else turned him on a lot.

One particular fantasy his husband had told him he had kept running through his mind. It involved him between Brock and another man. The three of them would be dancing sensually. Brock had told on the phone “I would slowly grind myself against your ass while the guy kisses you. Then, I would tug at your hair to make you lean against my chest and kiss you. Finaly getting to feel your lips against mine.”

He loved how the guy showed much interest to his amour, too; he flirted with Brock and him equally. Jose made sure to pay a lot of attention to his man. They were clear about how much they wanted to focus on one another. He saw how Brock looked at both of them and felt serene. This was about two men in love, exploring together;

At one point, Stephano touched Jose’s hand, and neither Brock nor he freaked out. The guy apologized, and they clarified everything was more than alright before they laughed and went back to discussing. He then felt his Brock's possessive touch on his thighs as he whispered to him, "What do you say?" Jose answered by snuggling to Brock.

As the guy left for the washroom, they made out passionately, eyes locked on each other. Jose whispered, "Should we invite him over?" As Brock gazed into his eyes, he answered softly, "Yes, I want us to. I just want us to be both sure”.They smiled at their nervousness. This intense level of trust they have built over the last years often made them feel emotional.

“Maybe we could use our system to check up on one another as the night goes on,” Jose whispered to him. Brock kissed him and told him “Great idea papi.”

Jose asked him as he nuzzled against his neck, “what is your color when you think about the three of us kissing? ” Brock left out a breathy «Green, fuck” daddy on the tip of his tongue.

Brock moved back just a little and noticed how Jose seemed so vulnerable at that moment. “Papi, what about you, what is your color?” “he had to ask. “Green too,” he said, all soft but slightly tentative.

“Papi.” he adds, “Are you having doubts? “ Jose answered confidently, “No, I want this so much with you baby.”

It had taken Jose a while before he felt comfortable naming his desire to kiss someone with Brock. His husband had welcomed it, and even then, he knew that Jose would be stressed out sometimes when thinking about his desires.

“Whether you say 'yellow', 'pause', 'wait', or 'stop', I will be extra attentive. You follow my lead all the time, papi. I want to follow yours when it comes to this. Is that okay ?” they gazed into each other's eyes, Jose whispered, “Thank you, my baby,” and adds, “I love you so much, mon amour.” Ever since their week in Paris, Jose called him that from time to time. “Je t’aime aussi,' Brock answered amorously." They loved to tease each other so much.

When the guy returned, they were flustered and looked slightly debauched. They invited him over to their rented villa. He eagerly accepted. They kissed and kissed. They didn’t blame the wine. It felt very nice to feel the butterflies together.

/

They enjoyed experiencing this together so much that they tried it thrice over the following years.

Their relationship and love for each other remained their priorities. Their explorations just became fun bonuses once in a blue moon.

It never went further than kissing until their trip to Italy.

/

They had discussed the possibility of having sex with a third in the past and had both agreed it wasn’t something they were interested in. They did feel curious about enjoying light caresses while kissing. The unplanned explorations didn’t go without a hitch. They had previously opted for guys in their thirties or older. It was a way for them to feel comfortable and more confident that the guy was mature enough to know his limits and respect theirs. Brock and Jose had been dickmitized towards one another for over a decade and it hasn’t faded away. Sometimes, it just felt nice to feel the butterflies together. It didn’t happen often for them to feel the desire to make it happen. The 28 Italian dancers they met in Milan had charmed their pants off. The guy had been flirting with the both of them at the bar, and the three were connecting well. The guy was ripped, and Jose was his type. He was also lovely and sweet.

They returned to the Airbnb, and the dancer made these delightful sounds come out of Jose’s mouth while they were making out on the terrace. Brock was eager to show them exactly how hot he found them. They had a sensual making-out session in the hot tub that left the three of them breathless. They were both really into it. They had been soft, naïve, dumb boys in their forty lusting over a younger, hot guy, not thinking about the fact that it felt like pretty much any beginning of a threesome.

At one point, Jose got on Brock’s lap so the three could get closer. Better access. It felt great when they were all making out and caressing each other’s torsos. Brock and Jose were both hard and as their dick kept touching at one point, Jose moaned while kissing Marcio. Brock would have moaned daddy if they had been just the two of them instead he grabbed his husband ass. Jose returned to him and hid in the crook of Brock's neck before laughing. Brock kissed him, and Jose nodded to signal that everything was okay. The guy surprised them by taking his trunk off and invited them to do the same. They were caught off guard and laughed. The idea felt fun and prohibited. "Color," Brock asked his husband? “Green? What about you, my love? Jose countered,” Green,” Brock answered. It was all it took before Jose took both their trunks off.

They naively thought this would be it, three guys naked in a spa making out without anything more happening. It all went to shit when the guy reached for Jose’s ass, at that, Jose slapped the guy hard in the face. Brock had a panic attack. Jose asked the guy to leave politely but firmly and went to take care of his man, expressing his love with his words, his touch, and most of all, his presence. That night ended with Jose cuddling Brock and, later on, the other way around. Brock had repeatedly whispered to his ear how much he loved him.

/

When they returned from their trip, they talked about that night in therapy. They both mentioned enjoying the flirting and kissing part of the evening.

However, Jose felt guilty for leading the guy to think he could do that to him. Brock immediately defended him. They had made their decisions together. They got caught up in the moment. The guy had charmed their pants off, and It was as if his touch on Jose’s ass made them realize the extent of what they were doing.

The positive aspect was that they both recognized what wasn’t for them. Call them old-fashioned; they weren’t interested in having sex with a third party.

After that night, some of their limits got clearer. Kissing: hell yeah; Light caresses: only the upper body, and only with clothes on. Anything else: hell no. If they were ever to experiment again, they would be even more direct about their boundaries.

Their kissing explorations are something they have kept to themselves and their therapist. Nobody has to know what goes on behind closed doors.

/

Sometimes Brock thinks back to the guy’s hand heading towards his boyfriend’s naked magnificent ass and feels anxiety running through his vein. . Jose has a feeling he would punch instead of slap a guy that isn’t his husband who decided to touch his naked ass.

/

One day, the desire to feel the butterflies might strike again, and if they do decide to reach for them, it will always be together and far away from home.

They aren’t the perfect monogamous couple they once aspired to be, but it is even better; It’s them.

(Their previous boundaries were: Kissing: hell yeah. Light caresses: maybe. Anything else: no.)

Notes:

Part of the serie "Before midnight". 3th part of the "Before" Trilogy

"Before" is a work in progress trilogy ; 1st"Before Sunrise";2rd "Before Sunset" ; 3rd"Before midnight"

"Before" Trilogy of 3 series, Timeline

1) Before sunrise - Timeline 2018 - 2021

2) Before sunset - Timeline 2022 - 2025

3) Before midnight -Timeline 2026 - ?

I decided to create also an additional serie where I put them all to facilitate the consultation when you want to read them all called Triology "Before Sunrise"-"Sunset"-"Midnight"

If you want to see them separately, here are the links:

1) Before sunrise - https://archiveofourown.org/series/4689430

2) Before sunset - https://archiveofourown.org/series/4691281

3) Before midnight -https://archiveofourown.org/series/4696957

Series this work belongs to:

← Previous Work Part 3 of Trilogy "Before" "Sunrise"-"Sunset"-"Midnight"

modernlovedespair

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63614527

Summary:

Jose feels overwhelmed with concern anytime they’re experimenting with power play these days. Not for the first time, he thinks to himself, “We need a better system.” / In the aftermath of a pretty amazing fuck, Brock freaks out upon remembering something he said.

Work Text:

Jose limited knowledge of Brock’s behavior when getting fucked used to be all about the soft-spoken directions he would give him, his short breaths, the small noises he would make, and the many kisses he would crave.

He would find out his reactions shift at times and how spectacular it is to witness. Brock gasping papi all fucked out and precious was something out of this world.

Bent over his knee, ass up, the slaps echoing in the room. Brock wrecked voice begging for him to fuck him.   Prepping him carefully. Keeping up with the light spanking for him. Witnessing him reach that soft and beautiful place. Almost no words leave his mouth when he’s fully immersed except the occasional “Thank you Papi fuck.” His moans all desperate and loud, the way it only happens when they’re playing like that.

He nudges him on his back and finally, gives in to what they both want and takes him hard. Brock lets out a single “daddy” out of his mouth as he cries out in pleasure. Daddy? That’s new. Why is this so freaking hot? Eyes closed; chest covered with sweat. Moaning loudly. His delightful sounds moved Jose to the chord. Holding himself back from being too rough. On the verge of breaking at times. Brock begging making his cock twitch every time. Never reaching the limit between playing rough and pounding his ass and using him like a sex toy. Not without them discussing their boundaries more clearly. Brock comes with a cry all blissful and spent.

Jose pulls out as he knows how oversensitive he gets. He doesn’t do anything about his pending orgasm, he much prefers to focus on Brock aftercare. He wants to ensure Brock receives everything he could ever need. He grabs a warm cloth to clean off their beautiful mess.

Earlier that day, Brock texted him that he should just come in when he would arrive. He had expected him to be in his drag room busy doing some cameo or whatever work he had been focused on. Jose had been caught completely off guard. The sight he had been welcomed with was so enticing he had been on the verge of losing every ounce of self-control he had been right at the start.

 Brock welcomed him, fingering himself on the couch while listening to Lana Del Rey, all smiley and so delighted to be found out, causing Jose to breathe out the dirtiest things he ever told Brooke. At one point he slapped Brock’s ass and as Brock gasped “Fuck do that again,” Jose answered, “Say please.” To which Brock laughed and smirked at him. He felt the desire right then and there to spank the living shit out of him right on that couch.

Should he have said, “Wait, we need to talk about all this before we go any further”? In a perfect world, he would have been good and responsible. Instead, he signalled Brock to come over to the bed.

He got up to calm himself down and had sat on Brock’s bed. Brock had followed him in the room. He looked so delicate and small all of a sudden, leaning on the wall. “Jose please.”

“Please what?” Brock got on the bed and reached for Jose’s brief. “Please Jose,” all teasing and hot. Perfectly placed to get spanked while sucking his dick. He did it, experimentally. At one point, Brock couldn’t seem to multitask and bent himself fully on Jose’s knee. “Please, papi, yes.” Jose spanked him a few times, not too hard. The begging kept going. So he did it again and again while fingering him. Alternating between spanks and caresses. After ten, Brock looked so peaceful and soft.

Brock trusting him as much makes him feel lucky. They seem to relish pushing each other’s boundaries further every time. Jose never took for granted the privilege, nor the responsibility it represents when Brock surrenders like that. Brock is still in control whenever they play like that, however much he acts like a bratty sub these days. Jose used to be the bratty one. He still is at times. Brock just seems to have found out just how fun it can be to play with Jose this way too.

As his lover is snuggled to his chest, a soft “Jose” is whispered as Jose is running his fingers through his beautiful curly blond hair, “Hum?” he answers content and comfy. As he looks down, he notices how his lover is biting his lips. His eyes are slightly open, but he isn’t looking into his eyes. He feels him stressing out by the way Brock is getting restless and moving away from him.

“Baby, are you okay?”Brock doesn’t love to talk, while enjoying his afterglow, and he’s still in the sweet deep space, he gets in from time to time. He isn’t anymore.

Brock moves to his side. Jose does the same and faces him. He notices the redness on his cheeks. As he reaches for Brock’s lips, still caught in his teeth.

“What’s going on, beautiful?”

Brock is moving and getting up. “I need a glass of water, do you want one?”

Hearing the bathroom door close and lock before he has time to answer.

Jose is dressing up because this is what they agreed on. No lingering when they do this, unless they have already agreed on spending a longer amount of time together. Brock likes to be organized and always has been. This might be a good thing cause he knows he would hang out all day without any problem. He wants Brock to be comfortable. But this dynamic is different. When they play like that. At times it can get complicated since Brock doesn’t love to talk about the kind of sex they have been having ever since the beginning of the pandemic. This level of exploration between them is new and he tries to be receptive to Brock’s needs every time.

He grabs their two half-filled glasses of water from the bedside table and fills them up in the kitchen. He decides to wait there and give him some space.

“Jose?” Brock calls him, his voice slightly stressed. He knows this tone of voice. Worries he might be dropping. He moves as calmly as possible to the bedroom. “For you” Brock takes it, doesn’t meet his eyes.”Thank you.” He watches Brock sit on the bed. He seems to be cold. He is still completely naked and that is something he noticed too, ever since they have gotten further in their exploration. It can take Brock time to be able to take care of himself when they end their game. He gets a blanket for Brock “Can I?” Brock doesn’t answer, nor reach for it as he would usually do. Instead, he stares at the floor. “Are you cold?” Then Brock gets a sheet and enrolls himself with it. “no”

“You want me to go? “

"I don’t know”

“I’ll be right back.” He goes to the bathroom and sits down. He feels his stomach twists.He feels overwhelmed with concern anytime they’re experimenting with power play these days. Not for the first time, he thinks to himself, “We need a better system.”

He hears some loud ruffling in the other room and wonders what Brock is doing out there.

 When they were boyfriends, they didn’t discuss using a safe word. They used to play, but it was light compared to what they’re into now. Their sex life was filled with impatient, passionate reunion sex followed by sweet lovemaking. They would play outside of these lines sometimes. Those times they would ask each other “Is that okay?” They would slow down and check up on one another. On the rare occasions, Brock had wanted him to fuck his face or when Jose had wanted Brock to ride his, they used some non-verbal cues. It worked for them at the time.

Lately, anytime Jose has asked Brock “is that okay “he has felt Brock’s light irritation. Brock revealed to him that it takes him out of the moment to be asked that while they’re playing like that. Yet, not checking up on one another isn’t an option, especially since they’re way less in tune emotionally than when they were together.

He hasn’t doubted Brock consented to everything they just did. Brock had been vocal about what he wanted. He loves how much Brock trusts him. When Brock gets into his trance-like state, he looks so blissed out. He doesn’t remember Brock going to subspace when they used to date. He can’t be sure if he indeed experienced it. All he knows is how beautiful it is to witness Brock let himself go completely. The thing is he often gets quieter than usual after their game.

Lately, Jose keeps wondering, what if I get too rough and hurt him? Their lack of a clear system or safeword isn’t working for him anymore. They need a way to be able to make sure they’re both comfortable with what they do, all the while doing it. He has been reading the distracted traffic light system and has been wanting to talk to Brock about it earlier. He feels he might need a safeword of his own too. He got distracted by the sight of Brock fingering himself and asking him to spank him again….

He stops himself from going back to the rabbit hole of their last-hour encounter. They just need to talk.

He must have been in there for a maximum of five minutes, but the bed is made. Brock is dressed in a black sweater and a sweater. He’s facing him sitting on the bed, seemingly waiting for him.

“I don’t have a daddy kink, “leaving his mouth as soon as Jose faces him.

“I know you don’t.”

So this is where Brock’s mind has been. He kind of had a feeling this discussion might come up eventually.

 It is far from the first time Brock has called him papi. Not the first time he has gasped papi while having sex. Jose never freaked out upon Brock calling him this.

He thought they might both like it when the mood is right?

It is the first time they have explored spanking. He wonders, as it takes on Brock’s shy expression, is it possible Brock hasn’t expected he would feel like calling him that when getting spanked?

Brock called him daddy earlier, and he’s not gonna lie, he found it hot.

“Are you gonna say anything Jose?”

“Brock.” He sits down beside him. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. It’s just. ‘Thank you papi fuck?’ What is wrong with me?”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Oh, so it’s about that.

“Why don’t you freak out more about this?”

“You call me papi all the time so no I don’t freak out.”

“I don't say it while we’re having sex and never have I said it like that.”

He looks at Jose. Jose just puts his hand on his and smiles at him softly. There is no judgment.

 As Brock takes in his expression, he hides his face in the crook of Jose’s neck.

“It has happened before, hasn’t it?”

Jose smiles at him. “A few times ever since we started this I gue.”

Brock lies down on the bed on his side. Jose lies on his side facing Brock’s back. He touches Brock tentatively. “Is that okay?”

“I called you daddy earlier,” Brock turns to face Jose, looking at him expectantly.

“You did.”

“I haven’t called you that before.”

“You haven’t.”

“I never meant to say it.”

“Subspace is surprising at times or so I read.” He tries his best to look as casual about it as possible. He’s kind of a novice regarding the owl BDSM lingo but he feels grateful they are talking it out.

Let’s just say he has done a lot of research ever since they started doing this. He found out about himself, he is a pleasure dom. Who would have thought? He can't help smirking while thinking about the content he feels every time he provides Brock intense pleasure.

“Don’t act so smug. “

“What?”

“You look proud, “smiling and then playfighting.

“It makes me feel soft inside more than proud.”"

“Soft Hum?”Pulling Jose so he is on top.

“Is it wrong for me to love making you feel good?’

“Jose.” Brock getting on top.

“Hum?” Delighted to be under Brock.

“I don’t remember you coming earlier.”

“Not today, that’s okay.”

Brock goes back to his side, caressing Jose’s arms, “Is what we are doing lately turning you off?”

“Look at me, I love what we do.” Jose won’t allow Brock to even entertain that idea. He loves it. Love it. “The way you look all blissed out, I just…” prefer to focus on you when you are in this deep.

“You take such good care of me’ Does he have telepathy powers or something?

“I try.” Brock kisses him deeply. They get lost in their kisses and it feels amazing.

“Let me take care of you now,” Brock says as he reaches for his pants. Jose stops him. Brock looks hurt.

“I want that so much.” He lies on his side, Brock does the same. “I just need to talk to you about something before getting distracted again,” Brock looks at him expectantly.’I think we need a system, maybe a safeword too.”

Brogck beats him to it, “I read about the traffic light system, is that what you have in mind?”

Series this work belongs to:

How much time before Vanjie et Brooke lynn Hytes get ask questions about out it was for them dating after ru paul drag race?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62053315/chapters/158700697

This city is full of memories for them. It might very well be what makes them so soft. So ready to let go of their latest disagreements after a year and half of cordial interactions on social media.

A non-chronological multiple chapters fic story.