Archive of Our Own

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“Max how do you top someone?” Silence is heard on the other side of his last minute phone call.

Tonight is when he’s supposed to go over to Victor’s place to have a second hookup. One where he has planned with Victor to top him....which he’s never actually done before. He’s kind of freaking out. After all, Victor has literal millions of years of experience on him in this domain, while Caruso only has experience from spending the last hour googling ‘How do you top someone in a way that they enjoy it’. This is what inspired him to call Max, the only other guy who’s properly topped him, and who he’s still in contact with.

“...Gee Caruso, it’s nice to hear from you too. Why I’m doing fine thank you, really great way to start a phone call.” Caruso rolls his eyes, and replies,

“Ugh whatever, like you don’t call me every other week for someone to complain to about your most recent shitty date. Please! This is serious, and something I need an answer for in like, the next 10 minutes.” Which is when Caruso has to start trekking to Victor’s apartment, because Buzz is busy helping his mom with reorganizing the garage.

(“How the hell am I supposed to get all the way to Victor’s place on foot?”

“Dude, it’s like a 20 minute, maybe a half hour walk, we live super close to him.”

“….Oh. Wait, then why did you bother waiting around to drive me home?”

“Uh, cause we’re friends, dumbass? I’m not gonna make you walk home in your pinchy boots.”

“AW, you are such an awesome friend, and you listened to me! For once.”

“WELL, THAT’S THE LAST TIME I DO SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU, JERK!”

Thankfully, Buzz did forgive him when Caruso made them breakfast; some sardine egg sandwiches for Buzz, “Gross”, “Tasty, you mean” and oatmeal for Caruso.)

“Christ, why? And since when do you top?” I’ve always wanted to, which you should know since I asked for it every other week when we were together. Ignoring his bitter thoughts, Caruso instead says,

“Look, I hooked up with this guy last week, and we agreed to meet up again this week to have sex. Last time, he topped, and now this week I’m going to. But I don’t know how, so would you please tell me?” Max sighs, and asks,

“How hot is he?” Caruso face palms, and groans out,

“Ugh why does that matter? And extremely hot, like think a super model.” Max whistles at this, and replies,

“Alright, just checking that it was worth it. And I don’t know Caruso, it’s not a science. Just, use a bunch of lube. Oh, and if you think you’re done stretching him out, you’re not. You can always go for longer.” Caruso frowns, and asks,

“Really? That’s it. No advice for setting the mood, or like, spots I should avoid-” Max interrupts him with a sigh,

“Caruso, you’re overthinking this. Look, if you’ve already slept together, then you probably don’t need to do much to set the mood. And I don’t know, just pay attention to him, I’m sure he’ll tell you if he doesn’t like something. Now, are you good? I was in the middle of practice when you called.”

“Ughh, you’re always in the middle of practice.” Max huffs in indignation.

“Yeah well some of us actually want to stay in our respective sports teams, unlike some people.” Caruso stops himself from yelling at Max, attempting to ignore the sting that he leaves behind every time they talk.

“Whatever, thanks for nothing asshole, have a good practice or whatever.” He hangs up the phone, and moves to his closet to get ready. He tries not to go all out, deciding on a loose green T-shirt that he wears to work, and dark red sweatpants, which was totally not on purpose.

He leaves quickly, remembering to grab his results from the clinic beforehand, since Victor was really insistent on being fucked raw. The walk to Victor’s place is a brisk one, fraught with Caruso’s anxious mind going through all of the horrible scenarios it can.

What if he hates it. What if I hurt him. What if my dicks not big enough. WHAT IF-

Caruso is momentarily distracted by his thoughts when he sees a small family owned market on his walk. They have a big sign advertising blueberries on sale, sparking an idea in Caruso’s mind. Quickly, he stops in the store to grab things for his idea, while also buying a cheap toothbrush. He then runs out and speed walks to his destination, worried for missing their meeting time. Eventually, Caruso ends up in front of Victor’s building. He looks around, and sees a panel, where he then enters the code Victor texted him. Immediately, an intercom comes on, playing Victor’s voice.

“Who is it?” Caruso smirks as a funny idea comes to fruition.

“Why I have a pizza for a Mr. Victor Veloci, I believe he ordered it with extra sausage and insisted on paying for it in person.” He hears a silence from the intercom and immediately regrets his joke. Eventually, Victor’s voice returns to say.

“Oh, you dirty-minded fiend. You are so lucky I recognize that voice anywhere, come on up.” A buzz goes off, and Caruso walks in, blushing at the memory of how Victor remembers his voice. He rides the elevator up, and quicker than he thought, he ends up right in front of Victor’s door. He stops and hesitates in front of it. His head fills with more horrible anxious thoughts.

What if he changed his mind? What if he hates my idea? What if he finds out my secret identity and kills me. What if-

He shakes his head, attempting to rid himself of his thoughts. He takes a deep breath, and finally, knocks on the door.

It takes maybe a minute, before Victor opens the door. Caruso first notices that Victor’s hair is tied up in a loose braid, which cascades down his left shoulder, showing off a faint bitemark that Caruso made the week before on his right shoulder. He’s wearing a red long-sleeve V-neck, that presents his pecs very nicely. Along with this, he’s also wearing black leggings that are tight, and show off his thick muscly thighs. Probably his ass too if Caruso saw him turned around.

....Damn, Max was right. I really don’t need to set the mood when he looks like this.

“Well hello Caruso! Its ever so nice to see you, I hope your trip here wasn’t too bad?” He moves back so Caruso can walk in, and gently closes the door behind him.

“Nah it was pretty quick. Buzz couldn’t drive me today, but thankfully you and I are close enough that it didn’t take me too long to walk it.” Caruso sits on Victor’s seating area, plops his bag beside him and moves to take his shoes off. As he does, Victor leans against his door to watch him.

“My, I suppose it’s a good thing you didn’t wear your boots then. You know you could’ve asked me, I can always send my driver to pick you up if you ever need it?” Caruso shakes his head as he gets his last shoe off.

“Eh, I can manage, I need a good walk every now and then. Though I appreciate it, and might take you up on that another time.” He then stands in front of Victor, and almost automatically looks down at his chest, entranced.

“You uh, you look really sexy in that.” Victor purrs at the compliment and pushes off the door to get close to Caruso, enough so that he can feel Victor’s breath on his cheek.

“Why thank you. You are absolutely delicious-looking in those clothes, though I bet you look better with them off.” Caruso decides kissing him is his best move at this point, hopelessly speechless at his provocativeness. Victor cheerfully kisses back, placing his hands on Caruso’s cheeks, warming them up from the Autumn chill. Caruso keeps their kiss light, retreating out of Victor’s hold to grab the bag he brought. He hurriedly grabs his toothbrush and places it in the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Oooh what’s in there? Something fun?” Caruso snorts at Victor’s obvious want for sensual fun, as he walks towards Victor’s kitchen.

“Yes, but not the fun you’re thinking about you dirty pervert. And don’t look in your fridge till morning! Don’t ask me why, it’s part of the fun.” At this, Victor stutters in his steps, and says,

“Oh uh, perfectly fine, but you should know I have something-” Caruso opens Victor fridge, mind taking a second to process that Victor sounded worried about Caruso going in the fridge.

SHIT BUZZ WAS RIGHT, IT WILL TOTALLY BE FULL OF HUMAN MEAT!

Except it isn’t. True, it has a lot of red meat, but it’s very obviously store bought, much of it still has the price attached. There is also some clear takeout boxes in the fridge, one of which has fish sushi, and one that has veggie sushi.

Huh?

“A-ah, well. I was hoping to offer this a bit later, I certainly didn’t want to come off as eager. But well, I didn’t know when to ask if you had dinner or not-” Caruso closes the fridge after placing his bag inside it and turns towards Victor. Victor’s face has changed from joyful and seductive to uneasy and awkward. Well, that can’t stand.

So, Caruso closes the distance between them and gives a light kiss on the side of Victor’s neck where his hickie is visible. Victor shudders. Caruso speaks softly into his ear,

“God you’re so cute. Dressing up so pretty for me and getting me dinner. Not to mention you wear my mark so well, is that your way of saying that you want more?” Victor whimpers at this, and stutters out,

“Well, uh, it was not my original intention, but well. I certainly wouldn’t say no to you giving me a few more at the moment.” Caruso grins and gives a quick peck to Victor’s lips. He then moves to Victor’s jaw, scraping his teeth along it. Right before he bites, he stops and grins at Victor’s desperate expression.

“Hmm, maybe later.” At this, Victor pouts and whines out,

“Why?!” Caruso gives him another kiss on his lips, and gently holds Victor’s chin. He teasingly says,

“I thought you liked to be edged? Besides, I didn’t eat dinner, and it just seems rude to not eat what you so sweetly bought for us. Unless, you didn’t want me to take my time taking you apart?” Victor inhales a short breath at this. He glares at Caruso and turns his head away from him.

“Prat.” Caruso laughs, and gives Victor one last kiss on his cheek, which creates a beautiful bloom of scarlet to appear over Victor’s cheeks. He releases his hold on Victor ‘s chin and walks over to the fridge. He makes an appreciative noise when he grabs the takeout boxes.

“I really am thankful for this. Sushi is so tasty, and I only had breakfast today, so I’m starving!” Victor makes a light chuckle at this, and goes to grab chopsticks from a drawer.

“Well lucky you. I completely forgot to have breakfast today, which is honestly the main reason I ordered out. That, and I also think sushi is delicious. I’m going to go ahead and guess that raw fish is also included in your allergy?” They walk towards Victor’s dining table as Victor makes conversation with Caruso. They sit across from each other, and Caruso immediately opens the veggie box greedily.

“Yeah, unfortunately it is. Which is such a shame, cause Salmon Nigiri was like, my favourite thing to eat as a kid. Alas, I must stick to cucumber and avocado rolls for the rest of my life.” Maybe because God hates Caruso, Victor slowly opens his box to reveal a bunch of different nigiri pieces. They both look down at it in silence, Caruso in envy and Victor in slight regret.

“...I promise you I didn’t plan this?” Caruso laughs, and grabs his chopsticks to start eating his portion.

“Oh it’s fine, you literally bought me dinner, you can eat whatever you want. Besides, you can enjoy it for the both of us.” Victor face turns back into a smile, hesitating for a moment, but eventually grabbing his own chopsticks. They take a moment to eat at their food, finding the silence comfortable. But, since Caruso hates sitting in silence, he decides to ask Victor,

“So, how’d the work at home go today?” Victor looks up from his food with a shocked expression. He pauses in his eating to respond,

“Oh, um. It was alright. Typically when I work from home it’s just filing paperwork and well. Making sure that my employees have very clear instructions for what to do when I’m gone. Not that they actually pay attention to my instructions, the absolute morons.” Caruso snorts at this.

“Don’t like your employees much?” Victor rolls his eyes, and says,

“God no. They don’t listen to me, they do whatever they like without asking, and fuck. It’s like my orders are optional for them, I have no idea what I pay them for.” Caruso listens to this attentively, but can’t help but feel like he’s missing something. Granted, he has a deeper perspective than most people, since he’s actually seen what Victor’s henchmen do when they work. And, yeah, they really are extremely easy to mess with, never having successfully captured any of his team members once. But then again, what does that say about how Victor bosses them? Caruso comments on this thought saying,

“Sure they aren’t just scared of you, and fuck up more as a result?” Victor acknowledges this with a huff, and says,

“Oh they are very scared of me, as they should be. I make it clear before they work with me that I am not a nice boss, and that I will not be easy on them if they screw things up. Surely though, you would think that would encourage them to follow my orders exactly.” Caruso makes a questioning sound, and argues back,

“Yeah, but fear can also make you panic and overthink things, or question the things you’re told. Hell, if they don’t understand something in your instructions, how can they ask you to clarify them if they are terrified of you?” Victor responds,

“Well they should of understood the instructions the first time I gave it to them.” Caruso shakes his head, and says,

“But you can’t guarantee that everything you write is cohesive. Or hell, what if you do make a mistake in your instructions, then they should be allowed to ask for clarity. And if they do, then that means they’ll have a better chance of doing it the way you want.” Victor looks ready to respond back, but pauses. He looks down at his half-empty takeout container, and tips his head side to side in thought. He stops his movements, and slowly says,

“Well...perhaps you have a point. I suppose it would be unrealistic to believe that everything I tell them is perfectly clear. I will...take that into consideration.” Shit really, that’s all it took? One guy saying that fear doesn’t work, and he reconsiders his whole way of leading? The fuck. Surely I can’t be the first person to tell him that?

But then, how many people feel equal enough to Victor to challenge his ideology. Hell, how many people does Victor respect enough to lend an ear to?

Huh. Maybe if I keep this up, I could encourage him to not go through with changing all humans into dinosaurs...but no. It can’t be that easy.

After a moment of silence, Victor quirks an eyebrow and asks Caruso,

“Out of curiosity, where did all of these thoughts on proper leadership come from? Is exceptional CEO also in your extraordinary resume?” Caruso barks out a laugh and replies,

“Oh god no. If I was then I wouldn’t be stuck living in a dingy basement suite. Nah I just work at a factory to pay the bills, because unfortunately my many products do not make me enough for rent. And well, at said factory, we used to have a boss who was like that; ruling by fear and making us all terrified to even let him know when he fucked up our shipment. But then, his wife divorced him and got the factory in the divorce. She completely changed the way we work, told us to be upfront with her when we had problems and as a result she takes care of our problems, and considers us in a way we never really experienced. I think that made us respect her way more then her husband, and kind of encouraged us all to work twice as hard. Not that like, we like working any more than with her ex-husband, but you know. Catch more flies with honey, or whatever that saying is.” Victor hums at this, finishing most of his sushi. He props his chin on one hand, smiling at Caruso.

“Interesting, well I should take a note from her book, perhaps then I wouldn’t have to spend my entire weekends correcting my workers mistakes.” Caruso snorts again as he swallows his last roll. He looks at Victor, and notices that he finished all of his food, except for one Salmon Nigiri. Curious, Caruso quirks a brow and asks Victor,

“You full? Cause if you’re trying to offer me that…its sweet, but I’m gonna barf all over your table if you do.” Victor’s smile wavers, but he grins and pops the last Nigiri in his mouth. He eats it slowly, sensually wrapping his tongue around the Nigiri, teasing Caruso.

Asshole, just cause I said eat it doesn’t mean you need to give me a visual reminder of my curse.

Once Victor finally swallows his piece, he places his hand on Caruso’s. His voice becomes light and breathy when he says,

“Well, that’s a shame. Though I do seem to remember you making it possible for me to taste a Pina Colada, despite not having had a single drop of it. Now I wonder how that same logic could be applied here?” His leg brushes against Caruso, making Caruso’s cock throb in interest. It takes him a moment to remember what Victor’s referring to, but then he has a vivid memory of them at the bar, where Caruso desperately came up with a stupid pick-up line to get Victor to kiss him. Oh.

“Oh you fucking tease.” Victor grins impishly at this, and says in a flirty voice,

“Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?” Caruso decides impulsively to grab Victor’s face from across the table, pulling him into a bruising kiss. Victor makes an appreciative noise, deepening the kiss by grabbing Caruso’s hair. He licks Victor’s tongue, faintly tasting salmon, though he cares very little when the taste dissipates. Eventually Caruso pulls away, with a line of spit breaking between the both of them. Victor sighs and asks,

“Well, how does it taste?” Caruso groans and replies,

“Not as good as you.” He pulls Victor into another kiss, surprising Victor into a loud moan.

They continue like this, trading kisses back and forth despite the table wedged between them. Victor eventually gets tired of this, pushing the takeout containers aside and climbing over the table. He sits on the table right in front of Caruso, but quickly gets pulled into Caruso’s lap. He squeaks before continuing to kiss Caruso greedily. Caruso matches each kiss, with his hands slowly gravitating to Victor’s ass. He gropes it gently before suddenly squeezing hard. Victor moans at this, and grips Caruso’s hair hard. They don’t pause, lost in one another’s touch. Eventually Caruso pulls away taking a breath. He curiously asks,

“You uh, said you liked spanking, right? Victor touches one hand to his chest to help catch his breath. He smiles and says,

“Oh very much so. Why do you as- AH!” He grabs at Caruso’s shoulders when Caruso lets out a hard smack against Victor’s ass.

“Ahhhh fuck. Eager are we?” Caruso licks at Victor’s neck, before biting down and spanking him hard on the other cheek. Victor moans, and gyrates against Caruso’s lap in response.

“Says you, wearing tight ass leggings and the shirt equivalent of a window.” To illustrate his point, he bends his head down to squish his face between Victor’s pecs, licking a strip in between them. Victor makes a high pitched whine, before pulling Caruso towards his chest, keeping him there.

“Ah, oh yes. Well, I figured it would get the point across. Ah! And it seems I was right-AH FUCK!” At this point, Caruso noticed that Victor’s nipples were getting hard through his shirt. So, on a whim, Caruso takes one hand off of Victor’s ass and pulls on one of his nipples through the shirt. Victor seems to enjoy it, swearing and pushing his chest against Caruso’s hand.

“Oh christ, please yes. Right there, yesss!” He maneuvers Victor’s shirt, shoving one peck out of his V-neck, and latching on to a nipple. Victor keeps begging, pleading for more. Caruso pops off, pinching both nipples. Victor makes a loud moan, while Caruso asks,

“Can I bite them?” Victor screams out an enthusiastic yes, encouraging Caruso to bite on the one he was sucking. He does so, causing a scream to leave Victor’s mouth. It’s intoxicating to hear, so he does it again. Each time he does, Victor pushes his head forward, and moves against him. It’s not long before Victor is bouncing in his lap, and Caruso is grinding against his ass. Victor begins to lick and nip on Caruso’s neck, which Caruso encourages with his own needy noises. Then, Caruso leans back, trying to give Victor room to explore his neck, while Victor leans into Caruso. This unfortunately causes the chair they are on to wobble, and give way by going backwards. Thankfully the chair is no where close to a wall, so no serious damage occurs. Still, Caruso groans in pain while Victor starts trying to stifle giggles.

“He, he ha ha ha! Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, I just, ugh I didn’t plan that. Are you okay?” Caruso groans in pain again before replying,

“Oh yeah, just fucking peachy. Christ, you really are trying to break my back.” This starts off a new round of laughs from Victor.

“Ha! I do believe that’s supposed to be your job tonight, assuming you can actually get to my room without breaking more furniture.” In retaliation, Caruso smacks his ass, causing Victor to let out a yelp.

“Brat. Oh I am so going to break your back. Just. Please get off, my back is digging into your chair grooves.” Graciously, Victor finally stands up, still letting out chuckles, and offers a hand to Caruso. He takes it, grunting in pain along the way. Once he does stand, Victor grabs his arm, further trying to stabilize him.

“Motherfucker, ugh I swear god hates me or something, its ridiculous how often I show exactly what kind of dumbass I am.” Victor finally stops chuckling, and softens his eyes at Caruso. He gives him a peck on the cheek before saying.

“Oh you don’t have to be so hard on yourself, it’s not like you’d know that could happen. Hell, I’ve never actually done that in one of the chairs, so how could either of us have known?” Caruso nods, accepting the reasoning easily.

“Fair enough. Well uh, sorry in any case. Are you okay?” Victor grins, and wraps his arms around Caruso’s neck before saying.

“Well, my thighs are a bit sore, but I don’t mind if you make them even more sore.” Caruso growls at this, and on a whim, decides to pick up Victor by his thighs, and to lift him in midair. Victor lets out a gasp, before following along and wrapping his legs around Caruso’s waist.

“Oh I can do that. Baby you’re gonna be limping by the time I’m done with you.” Victor moans and kisses Caruso. As carefully as he can, Caruso attempts to walk them through the doorway into Victor’s hallway. Caruso breaks off the kiss to look around, and asks Victor,

“Which ways your room again?” Victor pauses in his teasing of Caruso’s earlobes to say,

“To your left, farthest door that way.” Caruso follows his direction as Victor sighs and kisses his neck.

“My you’re so strong. I think the only other man to carry me like this was a wrestler. Learned this from playing football?” As they come to Victor’s bedroom, Caruso tries desperately to open the door while still holding Victor. Victor eventually takes pity on him and opens the door himself.

“Eh, kinda. I actually learned this from my, club. Cause you know, natural disasters, gotta carry a lot of people.” Caruso lets the lie roll of his tongue, ignoring the guilt creeping in his chest like thorns. Victor moans as Caruso tosses him on the bed, and says,

“What a hero.” He leans back, widening his legs and touching his thighs, enticing Caruso.

“Think you can save me from another lonely night?” Caruso grins and crawls on the bed toward Victor. He places his hands on top of Victor’s thighs, touching his fingers against Victor.

“I think that can be arranged.” He leans in and kisses Victor, sighing into his mouth. Victor places his hands on Caruso’s back, tightening his fingers when Caruso bites his lips. He paws at Caruso’s back, trying to pull of his shirt. He complies tossing it across the room. Victor appreciates this by gliding his hands along Caruso’s stomach, caressing his curves. Caruso stutters in his breath when Victor says, in a trance staring at Caruso’s body,

“So gorgeous.” Caruso groans at that, and kisses Victor again. Victor accepts each kiss with a happy hum. Eventually Caruso moves down Victor’s face, kissing each spot he can, finding faint freckles. He moves to Victor’s neck, biting him, enjoying the whimpers coming out of Victor’s mouth when he does. He leaves one last bit on a faint mark, the same one he remembers making last week. He then travels down Victor’s nape, licking and biting where he can. He squeezes Victor’s pecs, encouraged by Victor saying,

“Oh, oh yes. Please-ah! There, tighter, yeesss!” He hums and rubs Victor’s nipples through his shirt while he does. He then moves downward, kissing Victor’s stomach. He licks between each groove, enjoying Victor’s hitches in breath. He moves upwards, pushing Victor’s shirt off slowly along the way. Finally, he pinches and bites down on Victor’s nipples.

“AHH! Oh fuck yes, please! Oh Caruso, ah- Oooh that feels so good yes” Caruso moans around the nipple, causing Victor to dig his nails into Caruso’s back.

“Oh ah! Oh Caruso that feels wonderful-fuck! But, ah- I fear Ill come before you even get my pants off.” Caruso sucks one last hickie beside Victor’s nipple, before saying,

“Aww, I thought you liked being edged. What? Cant take what I give you?” He punctuates this question with a sharp bite on Victor’s hip.

“AHH! OHH, CARUSO! You absolute scoundrel. Please, at least touch me.” Caruso smirks and again, pinches Victor’s nipples, making Victor let out a short wail.

“But I am touching you? Why, do you mean somewhere more specific?” He moves up to look at his work, and looks at Victor’s face. Its completely debauched, with drool dripping out of the sides of his mouth. He opens his eyes and glares at Caruso, looking wrecked. Fuck. I knew he was handsome, but how is he also so...pretty? He thinks this out loud, while gently pushing Victor’s hair out of his eyes to look at him better.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” Victor turns completely red, confirming Caruso’s earlier suspicions that he can in fact blush everywhere on his body. Victor stutters at Caruso’s compliment, saying

“You...you jerk. You can’t just, touch me so nicely until I can’t coherently speak, and then say such things. Prat!” Caruso laughs, and kisses Victor’s cheek. He responds playfully,

“Aww, but its true. You look so cute when you blush like that. You get that red downstairs?” Victor huffs and says,

“Go find out! Fucks sake, you’ve touched me everywhere else, just touch my cock! Please!” Caruso chuckles

“Aw baby, that’s all you had to say.” He kisses Victor on the lips, making Victor moan in appreciation. He continues to kiss Victor, as he tugs his leggings off. He moves downward, only to be pleasantly surprised by Victor’s choice of underwear.

“Are these...mine?” Victor again gets red, and shrugs.

“Well, you’re the one who said to keep them. And well, seemed like an appropriate occasion to wear them.” Caruso smiles genuinely, finding the gesture sweet. He kisses Victor’s cock through the underwear, taking in Victor’s whine.

“Mmm, I like them on you, they’re very slimming.” He licks Victor’s cock, watching as they leak with precome.

“God, you’re so hot for this. But, I think you’d look better with them off.” Victor lets out a joyful ‘Finally!’, as Caruso pulls them off. Now freed, Victor’s cock is glistening from sweat and precome. Right before he licks it, he remembers a paper in his pocket he planned on showing Victor.

“Oh, uh. I have my lab results, so that we could do it bareback, assuming you still want that?” Victor loudly moans at this, before replying.

“Oh fuck yes, I love being filled, fuck. One moment, I’m sure mine’s in here somewhere.” He sits up and opens his nightstand to rummage. He eventually finds what he’s looking for. He passes his paper to Caruso after looking it over.

“Here you are. Now, it was done four months ago, but well. To be honest I haven’t had sex since last week with you. The last time was six months ago, so, it should still be accurate, it’s not like I use needles anymore.” Caruso passes Victor his results while looking over Victors’. Seems accurate to the date, but Caruso does raise his brow at Victor’s comment.

“Damn, how did someone as good looking as you go six months without sex?....also wait, you don’t use needles anymore, so you used to? What type of needles?” Victor glances up from looking at Caruso’s results, suddenly realizing he may have revealed too much. He rubs his neck awkwardly and says.

“Eh, well. First off, its bold of you to assume attractive people get laid often. Though for the record, that was....more of a choice of mine. As for the needles....I used to do heroine. Terrible drug, more pain than fun.” Caruso face contorts in surprise at this.

“Well...fair enough. Really? Heroine? Wouldn’t I see needle points somewhere? Also, god I’m sorry, I’m so curious, do you still do like, any hard drugs? You can ignore me if that’s too personal, I’m just. Nosy.” Victor stares at Caruso, thoughtfully, and says,

“Huh, surprised you know that. Um, you would. It’s been so long they’ve healed over fairly nicely, and well. There was a few in my arm, but the majority was between my toes.” Victor holds out his left arm, showing the crook of his elbow that, on closer inspection, has faint marks of needle holes. Caruso caresses Victor’s elbow, curious at this revelation.

“As for other hard drugs...yes, plenty. I was, something of an exploratory person with drugs. Name it, I’ve probably done it. I don’t do it much anymore now, though on the weekend I do tend to indulge in alcohol....weed isn’t considered a hard drug nowadays, is it?” Caruso grins at this, and pats his pocket. He does this for a few minutes, before pouting and saying,

“Damn it, I don’t have any! Well, no I don’t consider it a hard one. I was gonna dramatically reveal my bag of joints to you, but I think I forgot them at home.” Victor eyes widen in surprise, though slowly his awkward look turns to a smile.

“Ah, I should’ve known, that’s too bad. I have only 1 blunt in my drawer, and that one I’m saving for a nice night. Well, maybe you can come over again, and...indulge with me?” Caruso blinks at this. He places Victor’s results on the table, before breathily saying,

“God, how do you keep getting hotter? Fuck yeah, I’d love to have a smoke sesh.” He decides to kiss Victor, and indulge in his lips. Victor hums in appreciation at this, tossing Caruso’s results in the general direction of his nightstand. He kisses Caruso, before pulling back and letting out a short laugh.

“Ha! Have a thing for stoners do you?” Caruso licks his earlobe, before saying,

“Hell yeah, hope you do too, cause I smoke weed everyday.” He imitates the last part to the song as much as possible. Victor laughs at his imitation, and kisses Caruso again, clearly saying yes against his lips.

They continue kissing and grinding against each other. At one point, Caruso gently strokes Victor’s cock, which causes Victor to thrust up into his fist. He squeezes a bit harder, making Victor moan and plead for more. He rubs his tip, exploring Victor’s cock for every vein and sensitive spot he can. Victor moans through all of this, laying back and allowing Caruso to have his way with him. Excited, Caruso moves down his body, making eye contact with Victor’s cock, before licking and suckling at the head.

“OH! AH, Caruso, yes, ahhhh.” Motivated to make Victor say his name even more, he swallows more of Victor’s cock, slowly deepening himself before grabbing the base of Victor’s shaft.

“Oh fuccckkk, Caruso please. Oh yes, your so good at that, ah!” Caruso moans, stroking and deep-throating Victor’s cock as much as possible. He pops off to croon at Victor’s whining,

“Yeah? You like that baby? Your cocks so nice to suck, oh pretty boy you make such sweet noises for me.” Victor moans, and quietly says

“S-say that again.” Caruso pauses and suggestively says,

“Oh, you wanna be a pretty boy for me baby?” Victor blushes all over his body, before nervously saying,

“Yes, please I. I want to...I want to be a pretty boy for you.” Caruso smiles, and kisses Victor’s cock.

“Aww, you are my pretty boy aren’t you. You look so pretty when you whine and whimper, I just love looking at you. You’ve been so good for me haven’t you baby?” Victor makes a wanton moaning sound, thrusting into Caruso’s hand. Caruso watches, enthralled.

“Yeah you have, such a good boy for me, telling me exactly what he wants. Beautiful.” Victor shouts at that, leaking profusely.

“Ah! Ah! Oh, ah, Caruso! Please uh, if you keep doing that I’m gonna come. I want you inside, please.” Caruso deep throats Victor one last time, before popping off and rubbing his thigh.

“Okay okay, you’ve been so good pretty boy, I’ll give you what you want.” Victor widens his legs, as Caruso brushes a finger along his rim. He stops and asks,

“Victor, how do you feel about being rimmed? Also where’s your lube?” Victor whines at the mention of getting rimmed. He places a hand in his still open drawer, grabbing lube and tossing it at Caruso. Caruso catches it as Victor whimpers and says,

“Oh please yes, I really want that. Oh Caruso, it’s been so long, please eat me out.” Caruso rubs his thigh, before moving down. He pushes Victor’s legs back, before licking a strip up Victor’s crack. Victor screeches at this, pulling at Caruso’s hair. Caruso continues like this, teasing and playing with Victor’s rim, before he slowly slides his tongue inside.

“AHHH! OOOH FUCK, oh Caruso please, please, fuck yes please!” Wow I can really get used to him begging my name like that, holy shit. Maybe I am dreaming. He dismisses this thought, as he moans into Victor’s hole, causing Victor to dig his heels into Caruso’s back. It only makes Caruso moan more.

“AH, AH, AH. OH FUCK. Caruso, please. I’m so hard, please hurry and finger me, I need more.” Caruso chuckles and moves his tongue in a circle. Victor lets out a hoarse shout, as Caruso says,

“What a needy boy you are. And what if I just want to keep playing with you baby? Do you think you can hold out a bit longer for me?” Pitifully, Victor’s eyes start to water, showing just how desperate he is. Caruso snorts, and kisses Victor’s inner thigh.

“Oooh it’s okay. I’m not that mean, I’ll give you what you want baby.” He lets off Victor with a quick bite to his other thigh and a whimper from Victor. He opens the lube, pouring it generously over his fingers. He admires Victor’s hole, as it clenches around nothing at all. He glides one finger around the rim, teasing Victor. Victor whines, pushing against the finger urgently.

Finally, Caruso presses in his index finger, enjoying Victor’s hitch in breath. He slowly strokes his insides, turning it in circles. He finds that Victor’s quite sensitive here, whimpering each time Caruso strokes him. He then puts in another finger, gently scissoring him. Victor is a complete mess by this point, no longer making real words, instead moaning with complete abandon. Caruso wonders if he’ll come just from watching this, despite the fact he hasn’t even taken his pants off. He puts a third finger in, causing Victor to buck against his hand pleading,

“AAHHH, AHH, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, FUCK.” Caruso is so hard. He slowly takes Victor apart, stretching his fingers inside, enjoying each time Victor’s voice gets louder when he finds a nice spot. He finds one spot very sensitive, as Victor cries out each time he touches it. Experimentally, he shoves all three fingers against that spot. Victor screams out,

“AHHH, AHHH YES, RIGHT THERE. CARUSO FUCK, AGAIN PLEASE!” He repeats the motion a few more times, causing more and more precome to leave Victor’s cock. Eventually, he pulls out his fingers, making Victor whine.

“Why’d you stop?” Caruso begins to tug off his sweatpants, as Victor looks at him.

“Aww you are so desperate, its so sexy to watch. You still want my cock?” Victor grins impishly, and helps Caruso in taking off his pants.

“Are you wearing the pants I gave you last time?” Caruso blushes, embarrassed about getting caught.

“....Maybe, what about it?” Victor chuckles and says,

“My, aren’t you feisty. I just thought it was funny, I wore your underwear, and you wore my pants. Great minds think alike, or something to that degree. God, I need you inside soo bad. Fuck, do you wanna fuck my mouth for a few quick thrusts?” Caruso smirks and kisses Victor. Victor kisses him back, wrapping himself around Caruso. Caruso breaks the kiss. He looks into Victor’s eyes,

“Mmm, you’re so desperate for cock, aren’t you pretty boy?” Victor sighs, and stutters out,

“M-maybe.” Caruso kisses his ear,

“Yeah, your so desperate you’ll take it inside no matter what, are you baby?” Victor moans as Caruso tugs at his earlobe.

“Y-y-yes I am. I’ve been. It’s been....I miss having cock in me.” Caruso pauses and looks at Victor. He’s blushing and looking away. Caruso gulps and admits,

“That’s okay....I’ve um...I’ve never done this though...it might not be the same?” Victor has a moment of shock, but it dissipates into a smile. He holds Caruso’s face, and kisses his cheek.

“Ohh, so that’s why you seem so nervous. Here I thought you were some smooth-talking experienced Casanova type.” Caruso snorts.

“Yeah no, unfortunately not. I’m just. Me.” Victor quirks a brow, and says,

“Well, you are very good. Fuck I feel so good, you have no clue.” Caruso rolls his eyes,

“Okay, you can crank down the acting, I’m not even in you.” Victor waves a hand dismissively at that,

“Oh please, anyone can stick they’re cock in a hole. It’s hard to get someone to enjoy that.”

“Well, that’s why I was nervous. Cause I...wanted to make it really good. For you.” Caruso blushes and avoids Victor’s gaze.

“...Well good, because I do.” Caruso looks at him in disbelief.

“I like the dirty talk, its fun. I love how much detail you put into touching me. Ohhhh, and your mouth, fuck!” Caruso blushes harder.

“Okay okay, jeez your so sexual.” Victor laughs.

“Sure am, through and through, don’t act like you’re not.” Caruso playfully says,

“I. Have no clue what you’re talking about.” Victor licks his face for that.

“AH! Stop it!” Victor does, chuckling. Caruso feels his cock twitch against Victor’s cheeks. Victor hitches his breath, before Victor says in a mocking voice,

“Sorry, consider that payback for not letting me come yet.”

“....Do you like the, me choosing when you come, or was that more, I had to push you into coming?” Victor tilts his head, changing his voice into a more even tone .

“...the first one. I could truly come at any point, you’ve teased me so much, but well. I enjoy having the other person being in charge of when I come.” He smirks, and leans back while spreading his legs

“Assuming of course, that you think you can handle me?” Caruso growls at that and brings Victor into a bruising kiss. He pulls Victor into his lap, with his cock rubbing between Victor’s thighs. He teases Victor’s bottom again, spreading and squeezing his cheeks. Victor moans, grinding against Caruso. Caruso looks down and gulps, not knowing how to progress from this point.

“Do um...should I hold you up? Or, do I hold out my cock and just push?” Victor pauses in his grinding to watch Caruso. He gives him a comforting smile, slowly rubbing Caruso’s neck and kissing his face.

“Mmm either should work. Here, position yourself and I can ride you first, how about that?” Caruso groans into Victor’s neck, enjoying the thought of being ridden.

“Fuck yeah, I’m super good with that.” Victor chuckles, and uses Caruso’s shoulders to hold himself up. Caruso holds his cock, the tip just brushing Victor’s entrance. They both sigh, before Victor slowly lowers himself on to Caruso’s cock. He pauses halfway and moans loudly. Caruso looks at him worriedly.

“Shit you okay?”  Victor leans back, holding on to Caruso’s shoulders with two hands and moans out,

“OOOhhhh yesss that feels so good. Fuck your nice and big.” He starts to slide down again as Caruso raises an eyebrow.

“Ah, fuck. Really? I don’t look it, mm.” As Caruso struggles to form a coherent sentence, Victor pauses again to take a breath. He gropes Victor’s ass, using the action to ground himself. Victor groans as he does so,

“Ahhhh, ohhh. Maybe not in length, but fuck you make up for it very well with a nice thick girth.” Victor moans as he bottoms out, laying his head on Caruso’s shoulder as he pants in his ear. Caruso tightens his grip on Victors hips to stop himself from ruthlessly fucking him.

“Uhhhh fuck, you feel so good, fuck Victor.” Victor whines into Caruso’s neck, attempting to take deep breaths. After some time, he lifts his head to say softly into Caruso’s ear,

“You can move now.” Slowly, Caruso uses his grip on Victor’s hips to shallowly bounce him on his cock. He makes small thrusts, grunting each time he does. He looks at Victor, observing as Victor whimpers and moans. He smiles, relieved that he’s not totally fucking up. He leans into Victor’s neck, biting where he hasn’t yet given Victor a hickie. Victor moans at this, pulling on Caruso’s hair as he does so.

“Mmmm fuck you look so nice like this, all needy and pliant for me baby.” Victor gets louder as Caruso bites at the junction between his neck and earlobe. He growls at Caruso’s comment.

“Oh, you think I’m pliant, do you?” Suddenly, Victor pushes Caruso on to his back, and starts to ride him vigorously. Caruso is caught off guard, but quickly adapts to the change in position by caressing Victor’s thighs and ass, teasing him into whines in his moans.

“Ah, ah, ah, how’s that for, AH! Pliant, ahhhh.” As Victor rides him, Caruso finds it more and more difficult to not lose control and wreck Victor.

“Oooh, fuck, ah. Your gonna be pliant by the end of this. Christ you have no idea how much I’m holding myself back, fuck!” Victor whimpers at this, scratching down Caruso’s chest.

“Ah, ah, fuccck, why the hell are you holding back, AH FUCK!” Caruso smacks Victor’s ass. He rubs the area and smirks at Victor’s red face.

“Cause pretty boy, I don’t want to hurt you too much.” He smacks Victor’s other cheek, causing Victor to stop in his riding.

“Oohhhh you have a funny way of showing that. Please be rough, I’ll tell you if it’s too much, but I promise you I’m not that fragile.” He punctuates this statement with a bite on Caruso’s shoulder. Caruso chokes out a groan, and tightens his grip on Victor’s body. He bends his knees to have an easier position for fucking Victor. Victor whines as he moves.

“Alright. You asked for this.” Immediately, perhaps with a bit of his Stegosaurus strength, he shoves into Victor, while pulling him down on his cock.

“AHHHHH! YES YES, MORE, CARUSO!” Not one to question good things, Caruso continues to fuck Victor like that, pulling him down and pushing into him with an almost superhuman speed. Victor screams the whole time.

“AH AH AH, CARUSO PLEASE I’M SO CLOSE!” Caruso sits up at this using a hand to wipe the drool coming out of Victor’s lips. Caruso licks it off his hands and purrs at Victor.

“Yeah baby, you almost there? I can tell, cause you’re so fucking tight.” He smacks Victor’s ass again and continues to thrust into him.

“Ahhhhh, fuck please, please let me come.” Caruso groans, and pants into Victor’s neck.

“Shhhh it’s okay baby, I’m almost there. You can come as soon as I do.” Victor whines, and bounces in Caruso’s lap even more, chasing his release. This goes on for a few minutes longer, before Caruso calls out Victor’s name while coming deep inside him. As soon as he does, Victor follows soon after, covering both their stomachs with his spend. They catch their breaths for a few moments, as Victor lays his head on Caruso’s shoulder.

“.....Are you hard again?” Caruso blushes and mutters,

“Shush, you try not getting hard when your inside....well you.” Victor laughs and kisses Caruso. He breaks off the kiss, to say to Caruso,

“Mmmm, you want another round? I do believe I still have plenty of room inside for many more of your loads.” Caruso growls and pushes Victor to the bed, turning him to fuck him sideways He whispers into Victor’s ear.

“Oooh you fucking temptress, you’ll get what you ask, and be so full by the end of this, my come will drip down your thighs all weekend.” Victor whines, which turns into moaning once Caruso enters him again. They continue like this for many rounds, with Caruso ruthlessly fucking Victor in multiple positions; like doggy style featuring Caruso pulling Victor’s hair to fuck him, and from behind laying on their sides sex. Each time in these positions, Caruso only allowed Victor to come after Caruso filled him with semen, which he did often. Victor takes to this well.

“AH AH AH AH FUCK CARUSO FUCK. YES YES KEEP FILLING ME UP, MAKE ME FULL, OH PLEASE PLEASE, I WANT YOU TO BREE-” Caruso pauses in his fucking to look at Victor. They’re in missionary position, with an added bonus of Caruso licking Victor’s pecs. So Caruso easily catches Victor putting a hand on his mouth, to stop himself from finishing his sentence. Whatever he was gonna say makes his cock twitch and his hole clench.

Interesting. What could he be hiding? He was about to ask me to bree......ohhh.

Curiously, Caruso pauses his thrusting to look at Victor. He smirks and asks,

“What did you say you wanted me to do baby? You want me to bree?” Victor flushes and looks away while stuttering out,

“N-nothing forget what I said. Oh, please keep going and fill me.” Caruso pushes in slowly, teasing Victor.

“Mmmm, but why do you want to get filled with my come pretty boy? Is it because you just like feeling me?” He thrusts hard, causing Victor to cry out. Caruso leans in and whispers,

“Or is it because you want my come for something specific?” Victor catches on and looks away, desperately trying to change the subject.

“W-what no? Just. Keep going please, I’m so close.” Caruso leans back and stops trusting altogether.

“No.” Victor gasps at this, and glares at Caruso.

“What why?” Caruso deepens his voice; in a reminiscent way of Victor when he asked about his kinks the last time they slept together,

“Because I can’t give you want you want if you don’t tell me what you want.” Victor’s eyes widen, and he looks down, nervous.

“....You...you don’t know what you’re asking me.” Caruso softens at that, understanding that, for whatever reason, Victor wants to hide himself from Caruso. Caruso gently takes Victor’s hands in his and presses him into the bed.

“I won’t judge you, you didn’t judge me....trust me?” Victor blanches at that. He gets quiet, contemplating. Caruso nuzzles his chest and kisses over marks he’s made, in attempt to make him comfortable.

“......Iwantyoutobreedme...” Victor mutters in a quiet voice. Caruso thrusts hard, making Victor cry out.

“Say that again? Didn’t catch it.” Victor glares, and exclaims,

“Oh you son of a- I said I want you to breed me! Happy?” Caruso grins and feels as if something awakened in him. He thrusts again and kisses Victor, swallowing his moans. He breaks it off sighing.

“Good boy, you did so well by telling me. You want me to breed you baby?” Victor loudly moans,

“Y-yes please please, I need, I want, I.” Caruso kisses his cheek.

“Mmm I know what you want sweetheart.” Victor’s voice hitches at the nickname, which Caruso notes in his mind. He decides to give into his desires completely, by pushing Victor’s legs past his head, pressing him further into the bed.

“AHHHHH, AHH AHH AHH” Victor screams, clawing at his back, as Caruso becomes more impulsive in his thrusting, uncaring as to technique, knowing that he’s hitting something sensitive over and over again.

“Yeah baby? You like that? You know this is called a breeding position, cause it makes it easier to knock you up.” Victor cries out, spasming as begs to be bred one last time. Caruso doesn’t last long after that, giving a couple more thrusts before he comes deeply in Victor.  Victor let’s out a loud wail as he comes. Caruso lays on Victor’s chest, catching his breath. He leans back to look at his work. His smile drops as he looks at Victor’s face. He’s covering himself with one hand. Caruso hears small murmurs of a whine, at least he thinks it’s a whine until he looks closer and notices that Victor is....crying. Worried, Caruso reaches out to touch Victor’s face with his hand.

“Hey...you alright?” Victor instinctively slaps Caruso’s hand away. He wretches himself from Caruso while screaming,

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” His hand moving reveals Victor’s face, which looks very sad, and also furious. Caruso’s eyes widen, and he pulls back. Victor’s eyes lose his anger, and instead widen in fear, realizing what he’s done.

“Sh-it I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Hold on I’m gonna pull out.” He sits up to start moving, but he’s surprised by Victor shooting up, and wrapping himself around Caruso’s body. He continues to cry while pleading,

“NO PLEASE, I’M SORRY, I’M SO SORRY JUST DON’T LEAVE PLEASE!” His begging becomes less coherent as he cries more and more. Awkwardly, Caruso carefully places his hands on Victor’s back.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m just gonna pull out-“

“NOO , PLEASE, I’M SORRY.” Caruso is about to reassure him, when his shoulder starts to feel wet from Victor’s tears, as he makes continuous choked out cries into his neck. Caruso gets quiet, rubbing Victor’s back in an attempt to sooth him.

Shit! Did I really break him? Or is he just overwhelmed? Fuck, what if Buzz was right and you can break someone’s dick with too much sex? OH MY GOD DID I BREAK HIS GLORIOUSLY BIG COCK?

He continues to comfort Victor as best as he can, mind racing with possibilities as to why he’s even in this position, when for the past couple hours Victor had seemed really enthusiastic and happy. Victor cries for longer, at some point no longer pleading for Caruso to stay. After awhile his sobbing slows down to small whimpers and snivelling. Eventually he becomes quiet, as Caruso moves to cradle his head and pet his hair. Victor lets him, relaxing completely into Caruso’s hold.

“.......sorry.” Caruso leans back to look at Victor. He still looks sad, and while any anger in his face has dissipated, his fear is still prominent. Caruso rubs his thumb along Victor’s shoulder, before quietly saying,

“Hey it’s okay....um, why are you apologizing?” Victor looks down dejectedly and replies,

“For ruining the mood with my....ridiculous over reactions.” Caruso slowly brings his hands to Victor’s face, making it apparent that he can see Caruso as he does so. He cradles his face, slowly wiping away Victor’s tears.

“Hey now you didn’t ruin anything, it’s all good...if anyone should be apologizing it’s me.” Victor looks at Caruso with a confounded expression.

“What? For what, you didn’t do anything.” Caruso blanches at that, bewildered.

“Really? I thought I hurt you, isn’t that...why you were crying?” Victor looks dumbfounded at Caruso, before slowly, he starts to weakly laugh. This causes some stray tears to leave his eyes, which Caruso is quick to wipe away with his fingers. Victor unconsciously nuzzles his face against Caruso’s hands, causing a small smile to form on his face. He kisses Caruso’s fingers, much to Caruso’s apparent confusion.

“Ooh you....very sweet and gentle man. You didn’t hurt me, I promise. If anything you made me very happy and....comfortable.” Caruso nods but continues to look perplexed. Victor clears his throat, and pauses. He eventually says carefully,

“You um....you didn’t cause my...crying. At least...not directly.” Caruso tilts his head at this.

“So then....I indirectly caused it?” Victor sighs and rubs his forehead in frustration.

“I, yes? But only, technically...ugh it’s stupid, and just.....I overreacted is all.” Caruso softens at this. He rubs Victor’s cheek, and looks at him when he says,

“I don’t think it was stupid....I mean, whatever it was, seemed to affect you a lot...I don’t know, I don’t think it’s an overreaction....you...you don’t have to, but if you tell me what it was, I don’t think I’m gonna judge you.” Victor groans at this, looking down at his lap, contemplating. Caruso gives him a moment, saying nothing and fiddling with Victor’s hair. Victor watches Caruso as he does this, with his eyes flickering between confusion and worry.

“I...I don’t want you to...pity me, or...be disturbed by what I say.” Caruso looks at Victor while he says that. All he sees is fear, and so, all he can say is,

“Well....I rarely pity the fool, and well....I’m pretty messed up in the head, so it’s gonna take a lot to disturb me....but I’ll...I’ll tell you if it’s too much?” Victor snorts at his first comment, and sighs into Caruso’s shoulder at the last offer. He leans back after a minute and looks to the ceiling and takes a deep breath. He looks at Caruso carefully, and says,

“...alright.” Caruso stops fiddling and looks at Victor, giving him all his attention. Victor takes another breath, before finally speaking in a low voice,

“The um...so, the last time I...engaged in um. The breeding...kink, play? Whatever you want to call it, was about 6 months ago. I had a partner, who I spent some time with. On the third date, we slept together....towards the end of it I....I started begging him to breed me...” He takes another breath, avoiding Caruso’s eyes as he speaks. Caruso’s hands find themselves on Victor’s hips, rubbing there for encouragement to keep talking.

“...at first, he seemed to enjoy it. He, similar to you, told me he’d breed me, impregnate me...the whole shebang. And then, well. He came inside me, I was joyous, and...pliant. I thought we both had a good time, and I really liked him...” He tenses at the next part, tightening his grip on Caruso’s shoulders. Caruso lets him, sensing he needs something to ground him.

“....and then he pulled out, very roughly, and backhanded me across the face, nearly knocking me off the bed. He called me a stupid sissy whore for thinking I could, well, have babies.” He glares at his lap at that.

“Which, fuck I know. I know I can’t bare children, christ it’s not like I was actually trying to get pregnant I just, I just....I liked imagining it I suppose....I don’t know...maybe he was right and there’s just something wrong with me....” Caruso huffs at that, angry on Victor’s behalf. He exclaims,

“WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Victor flinches at Caruso’s change in tone, again tightening his nails into Caruso’s shoulders. Caruso winces, allowing Victor to realize and loosen his grip. Caruso lowers his voice to say,

“Sorry, shouldn’t have yelled, that wasn’t directed at you I just...fuck what an asshole! How could he do that when you were vulnerable and, fuck why didn’t he just say he wasn’t into it? Fuck, what a goddamn-” His rant is cut off by Victor laughing and well, crying a bit. Caruso looks worriedly at him. Victor notices he stopped his rant.

“Oooh you....you’re so funny when you get angry. Your eyebrows get so pointed and your eyes get wild...ah. Thank you, for making me laugh and well......saying that.” Victor looks off as he talks, avoiding Caruso’s eyes. Caruso allows him, giving himself a chance to think over what he knows about Victor so far, assuming Victor’s telling him the truth.

1. He wants to turn all humans into dinosaurs
2. He was in a relationship with a very old philosopher as a young...boy? Caruso will get back to that one.
3. He’s been abused by a human he was dating and considers his trauma as an overreaction.

Therefore...........shit. If this is common for Victor which, in remembering the conversations they’ve had about previous exes, Victor’s certainly seemed to be pretty bad, meaning maybe…

Is Victor’s plan to bring dinosaurs back...a way to punish humans for hurting him in such personal moments?

Well, Caruso always did suspect Victor Veloci would have a sad traumatic backstory, but this one is.....a bit unexpected to say the least.

And yet.....Caruso may be more familiar with this then Victor knows. He looks at him, seeing how crushed he looks.

Fucking dammit Caruso how do you get so distracted.

Caruso again, rubs Victor’s hips, and looks at his hair. He gently brushes a strand out of Victor’s eye. Slowly, he says,

“You...you don’t have to thank me for that. And....I promise I don’t think less of you for experiencing such crap....I’d be a hypocrite if I did.” Victor looks up at him with a pained expression. Caruso dryly smiles saying,

“As someone who, has experienced something similar, I promise you that was not an over reaction.....I once broke down screaming at a mall when a buddy of mine wrapped his arm around my neck. I didn’t see him, he was strong....reminded me of shitty stuff.” Victor’s eyes grow somber at that.

“I would say I’m sorry that happened, but I know you’ve heard that plenty...you. No obligation to answer, but if I may ask...” Caruso gulps at that. Victor moves his hands in circles on Caruso’s shoulders, quickly saying,

“It’s alright, if-“ Caruso shakes his head, and gets out,

“It’s fine...it’s...fuck okay. So, I had a brief relationship with a guy about a month ago. He was rude, I was breaking up with him in my room when he....he.” Victor slows his movements, giving Caruso space to collect himself.

“....he choked me to the bed and....tried to do stuff. Thank fuck our walls were thin. Buzz heard me screaming before getting choked out and saved me. He also recorded it, which means I at least don’t have to see that fucker for 9 months, longer assuming he follows that stupid restraining order.” Victor growls at that.

“I hate the damn law, claims it protects and serves but can’t even give a year to someone who actively tried to harm you.” Caruso snorts and laughs at that.

“You’re telling me! God the amount of time and money to just.....9 goddamn months. What a load of horse shit.” Victor laughs deliriously at that.

“AH FUCK! I always appreciate more variety in swearing, but rarely do I receive it to this degree...thank you.” Caruso snorts and cradles Victor’s face.

“Again there’s no need to thank me....and well. I know it wasn’t intentional, but I really am sorry for...triggering stuff for you. I really should have asked if you really wanted to well…get bred.” Victor looks into Caruso’s eyes, his face softening from fear into something more happy.

“Ooh Caruso, that’s lovely but I promise you your apology is unnecessary. I had a delightful time, and in any case you did ask me...” He lowers his voice to sound more sensual as he whispers into Caruso’s ear.

“In quite an attractive way might I add. The breeding position was a nice addition.” Caruso visibly relaxes and sighs at that, slumping into Victor’s shoulder.

“Ooh thank god, I had no idea if that was hot or too much, man you have no clue how much that chilled my head.” Victor barks a laugh at that, shaking in uncontrollable joy.

“Hahaha, oooh. Oh good, I’m glad it...chilled your head. Ahh, is that real slang nowadays?” Caruso tilts his head, considering his answer.

“......I have no fucking clue.” Victor laughs even harder then before, falling backwards and bringing Caruso down on top of him. Caruso goes along with him, laughing just as hard. They continue like this, laughing in tandem. Eventually it dies down, with Victor stringing his hands through Caruso’s curls, and Caruso relaxing against his chest. After a moment of thinking, Caruso comes to another realization, one he asks Victor about,

“....so you weren’t triggered by the breeding......but I did indirectly cause it?” Victor sighs and looks at Caruso with a more serious expression.

“In a very very accidental way...yes. You...at the end, I was a bit overwhelmed....perhaps because of the kink? I’m not quite sure....but well. I only really started....reacting when you tried to touch my face as I....I couldn’t see you and thought you were...” The silence speaks for itself. Caruso comments his theory out loud for confirmation,

“You...you thought I was gonna hit you?” Victor’s face falls as he says it.

“I....briefly yes...I know it’s ridiculous, you are clearly....well you don’t appear to be violent. I just....became  stupidly scared I suppose.” Caruso rubs his fingers in place on Victor’s chest. He responds in a quiet voice,

“That’s not ridiculous...hell you know me less then you did that guy, you never know.....At the very least, I can promise you that unless you’re a pedophile or a Nazi, I probably won’t punch you.” Victor laughs again, and sighs dreamily.

“Hmmm, oh I didn’t think it was possible for you get even sexier, and here you are! I always appreciate a man that punishes the cruel and moronic.” Caruso chuckles and shows off his arms.

“Hell yeah baby, you need any protection, Caruso’s the guy to call.” Victor giggles at that and blushes. He wraps his hands around Caruso’s muscles. He takes on a higher more feminine voice to say,

“Ooh, my hero....gosh, I am so unused to such sweet treatment....I don’t really know how to respond.” Caruso stops flexing, and leans in. He presses his forehead against Victor’s, silently asking permission to move forward. Victor leans in, giving Caruso a chaste kiss. They kiss back and forth, sighing and cuddling further into each other as they do. After some time, they finally leave the bed to bathe, with Caruso grabbing his toothbrush on the way. Afterwards, they to go to Victor’s guest room to sleep.

“So, do you only have a guest room to avoid cleaning your sheets? Asking in case I win a billion dollars and know what to do with it.” Caruso helps Victor to the bed, reciprocating how Victor helped him the last time they slept together. Victor winces and gets under the covers.

“Ha! Oh, that would’ve been clever wouldn’t it? No no, it’s just a guest room....originally, my friend, we...” Caruso follows under the covers, laying back on his arm. He gently pulls Victor in to lay against his chest. Victor does so, thinking about how to phrase what he was planning on saying. Caruso watches him.

“....My friend and I have not always been in the safest.....scenarios. There were a few times where she or I found ourselves without money or a place to live, which hasn’t um…always ended well. So, we made an agreement some time ago, that one or both of would have a guest room to sleep in, should anything happen.” Caruso listens to this intently, curious about this mysterious friend.

“That the friend you don’t talk to?” Victor’s eyes cringe at that, as he replies,

“Yes, the very same.....I suppose the room is not of much use anymore, which is why I use it when my bed gets dirty....I suppose that’s not a great use of space is it?” Caruso looks at the ceiling, contemplating what to say next.

“….Worse uses for space I guess....it’s not a bad idea to be fair, I mean. You never know, maybe your friend will need it again?....or heck, you can always use it for something else. Not like the room’s going anywhere.” Victor looks at Caruso with tired eyes.

“....perhaps. Though I doubt she’ll need it at this rate. She’s gotten a bit old to go on adventures the way we used to.” Caruso quirks his eyebrow at that in interest.

“Ooooh what type of adventures?” Victor softly laughs at that, stroking Caruso’s chest as he does so.”

“Oh, far too many to say in one night.” Caruso pets Victor’s hair at the same pace that Victor strokes his chest.

“Alright, then one adventure? What was the most fun one you two went on together?” Victor stops petting him and bites his lip in thought. Eventually he says,

“Let’s see.....most fun is tricky; we’ve done so many fun things. Hmmm. Alright, when we were young, we didn’t have a lot of food, so we would go scavenging together. Scavenging um, looking around the city looking for food. So, this one time. There was a very rich and vain man....he was putting loads and loads of food into his van, all of which he didn’t need, he was just using it to show off that he could buy that much food. Most of it was going to get thrown away.” Caruso keeps listening, enthralled by Victor’s story. Mostly, he can’t help but wander how much of it is true, and how much of it Victor has to lie about to keep up his human identity.

“So, me and Joanne, my friend, decided to plan out how to raid his stuff. Typically, she was sneakier than I, and was always better at stealing. So, we decided she’d sneak the food out into bags, while I distracted him. It wasn’t hard, he uh....he had a thing for young men who liked to listen to him talk. Funny thing is, normally as soon as whoever I’m distracting is done flirting, I’d let Joanne know. She’d typically pretend to be my relative or my wife, something to get us both out of there. With this man though.....my god he talked for literal hours. My friend managed to take everything of his, that’s how long he talked for.” Caruso snorts at that, while massaging down Victor’s hips. Victor’s makes an appreciative hum as he does, encouraging Caruso to ease his aches and pains.

“Mmm. So anyway, we tried to do our usual move, she pretended to be my girlfriend who was angry at me for flirting with others, however....that bold bastard offered to sleep with us both, to get rid of her jealousy.” Caruso barks a hard laugh at that, which Victor joins in.

“HOLY SHIT! I guess he deserves some credit, for being so brave and stupid. Jesus, what’d you two do after that?” Victor calms his giggles to reply,

“Ooh, oh yes very stupid that man was. Well, my friend was quick, she called him a creep, said his van looked disgusting, like one that belongs to a pedophile. He got so offended, not for being called a pedophile mind you, but because he couldn’t accept his van being disgusting. So, he went to open his van to show the interior off and questioned out loud why it was empty.” Caruso’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Oooh shit, what’d you do?” Victor smirks, enjoying Caruso’s attention.

“Well, as soon as he turned around, my friend and I grabbed him by the legs, and tossed him in. We didn’t have the keys, so we used a crowbar lying about to lock him in. We ran as fast as we could, unfortunately it meant some food fell out of our bags, but we at least got to eat for a week.” Caruso whistles at that.

“Damn, enough food for a week? That’s pretty good. Though I gotta say, you and your friend are giving such looney toons hijinks vibes.” Victor laughs hard at that, his body shaking uncontrollably.

“Ha! Oooh, I wish, those look far more fun than what she and I did. A bit of a hypocritical statement though? You and your friend Buzz certainly remind me of a classic old sitcom, with a married couple arguing at the same time as helping one another., getting into wacky situations” Caruso giggles at that.

“Hehehe, fuck. Us, a married couple? Fuck I hope not, I’d divorce him as soon as I could. He’s so annoying.” Victor smiles at that and props his elbow up to look Caruso in the eye.

“Then you don’t like spending time with him?”

“Oh of course I do, he’s one of my best friends. If either of us needed each other, or needed help, we wouldn’t think twice......I think it’s a thing more, that we are better friends when we don’t live together.” Victor hums at that. He’s gone back to tracing his finger down marks on Caruso’s pecs.

“I suppose that makes sense....you and him ever experience great adventures?” Caruso snorts and says,

“If by great adventures you mean get caught doing stupid shit together, then absolutely.” Victor laughs at that.

“Ooh a true sign of friendship. What would you say was the stupidest thing you both got caught doing?” Caruso blows air past his lips, considering.

“Hmmm. Alright here’s a good one. So, when we were both in college, we at times liked to go smoke outside of our classes. This one time, we had just taken something with very very high THC, but it had a delayed effect. We were trying something new, so we honestly thought it wasn’t affecting us. Wouldn’t you know it, there was a debate happening on the grounds” Victor’s eyes widen, and he stares longer at Caruso. Caruso begins to move his hands enthusiastically, getting lost in telling his story.

“And so this guy we were briefly acquainted with asked us to join, cause he didn’t have enough people. At first we were going to say no, cause we were sure we were gonna get too high. But, the people he was arguing against, were arguing for gay marriage being illegal, cause it goes against religion or some shit.” Victor hums.

“You two felt you had to help.”

“Pfff, well yeah! I’m very gay, and Buzz was ace, we couldn’t let this guy lose. Now, our stuff still hadn’t kicked in, so we thought we’d be fine, it’s not like it was formal. Unfortunately, the other team went first, and much like that rich guy, could talk for hours. And by the time it was our turn, Buzz looked at me, stoned as hell, and says ‘Caruso...it’s hitting me, hard’, and I said ‘No it’s not......oh shit it is’.” Victor laughs hard at that, snorting and accidentally letting spit come out on his chest. Caruso doesn’t pay much attention to it, thinking it’s not much different than all the times that Victor licked and drooled all over his chest during sex.

“Oh, oh you poor souls. Did you two leave early?” Caruso laughs at that very smart choice.

“No, we were determined to see it through. We went up with the guy, who suspected nothing. He gave a wonderful argument, and well.....we started arguing completely unrelated points. For example, Buzz argued that if we outlaw gay marriage, then gay people will just complain more about religion. He also was heavily arguing that all marriage is stupid, and no one should marry anyone.” Victor slaps Caruso’s chest lightly while laughing.

“Ha! Honestly, I’ve heard worse points, fuck that’s so funny. What was your argument?” Caruso grins mischievously.

“Ohh, I made more of a threat than an argument. I said that if there were no gay married men, then there would be no men I could have an affair with. I told people that if gay marriage were illegal, then I’d have to lower myself to sleeping and flirting with married straight men. So, people shouldn’t make gay marriage illegal, cause if they do, I will sleep with their straight husbands, and personally home wreck all ‘sacred’ marriages, starting with the ultra religious lady that was arguing with me.” At that, Victor begins bawling in laughter, rolling on the bed while clutching his stomach, losing his mind. Caruso laughs with Victor, holding his face trying to calm himself down.

“Ha ha ha, oh fuck. And you know what the best part was?” Victor raised his eyebrows gleefully and pauses in his laughter.

“What?!” Caruso waits with dramatic pause, before saying,

“That ladies husband came to drop something off for her. And I recognized that guy, hooked up with him at a club. I waved at him saying, ‘Hey Steve! I haven’t seen you in so long! Here to take me out again?’....I uh. Very suggestively mimed sucking him off in front of the crowd. I had no clue he was married, or her husband. And I was so high, I was spouting off stuff we did, basically just asking to hook up again, cause he was a pretty good lay. The lady got so pissed with him, she said gay marriage should be legal, because then he could run off with Toby like he always wanted. She took off, no fucking clue who Toby was. Well, do you know what my lovely friend Buzz said after witnessing that?” Victor chuckles and nudges him to continue.

“He took the mic, and said ‘And that ladies, gents and in-betweens, is why no one should get married’.” Victor lets out a series of laughs, desperately trying to catch his breath.

“OH OH, OH FUCK HAHAHA, OH MY GOD....ughhh, that’s so good. Did your side win at least?” Caruso nodded eagerly.

“YEAH! Well the girl left, so the other team didn’t have enough people, so we won! And the guy who asked us, had no clue we were stoned, cause he was looking at the crowd the whole time instead of us. Once he received the gift card, or whatever reward thing, I can’t remember, he looked at us ready to give it. He looked at us, finally, and realized how absolutely baked we both were. He just took the reward for himself, cause he argued he prepared for it, while we probably didn’t even know where we were....not a wrong point for the record.” Victor gives off a final few laughs, before holding himself for fear he’s lose consciousness.

“Ha, ha......oh that’s a good one. Fucking hell, you two sound like a riot. Ahhh....do you still have a lot of affairs with married men?” Caruso sucks in a breath, trying to find the best way to say that.

“.....Not as much, but as a very young adult.....I’ve had my fair share of home wrecking....don’t judge me?” Victor snorts, and leaves a kiss on Caruso’s cheek.

“Oh please, I’d be the definition of a hypocrite if I judged you for that.” Caruso breathes out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god, I um. I promise I still, believe that cheatings awful, I just.....it’s a little fun to be the side piece sometimes.” Victor smiles in empathy.

“Oh yes, to be someone’s dirty secret, equally a terrifying and exciting experience.” Caruso nods while slipping between sleep and awake. He lays back relaxing with Victor on his chest.

“Mmmm.....you uh. You anyone’s dirty secret now?” Victor opens his eyes at that, similarly on the edge of sleep like Caruso.

“Mmm no. I’m a bit old for someone to risk it with me now....I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t sleeping with anyone since you Caruso. I find this....satisfying enough for me.” Caruso raises a brow at that.

“That mean if you’re not satisfied with me, you would find someone to fill that sensation?....I’m not, judging if you do, just...nosy.” Victor lifts his head to look at Caruso. He considers his words, before saying,

“Mmm, I doubt it. Beyond satisfying.....I....I need some level of trust and safety with who I spend my time with. I mean, I’m sure I can find that again, but well.” Victor looks Caruso in the eye, with something.....Caruso can’t help but call longing.

“....I like doing this.....with you.....” Caruso looks to the ceiling, holding Victor’s words in his mind. He looks down, ready to question Victor, but doesn’t when he sees the gentle rise and fall of Victor’s chest. He smiles, and kisses Victor’s forehead. He wraps his arms around him. Before he passes out, he says briefly into the air.

“I like doing this with you too.” They both fall to sleep, enjoying the abyss that is their dreams.

Unfortunately, the abyss Caruso falls into is blurry and eerie. He understands he’s remembering something awful but can’t place faces or voices.

He knows it’s a nightmare, as he wakes up in a cold sweat, quietly gasping. He looks around the room frantically, spotting Victor sound asleep in his arms, having not been awakened by Caruso’s movements. Caruso uses one hand to rub his forehead, attempting to calm himself. He looks out the window, slowly seeing the sun rise. Victor unconsciously rolls out of Caruso’s arms, avoiding the sunlight. Feeling affected by his cute grumble, Caruso gets up and quietly closes the blinds beneath Victor’s translucent black curtains. He then leaves the room, blowing a kiss to Victor’s sleeping form.

After relieving and dressing himself in his shirt and underwear from the day before, Caruso checks his phone, reading over a text sent from Buzz.

Hey dude, text me to let me know if you need to be picked up, at least before 4.

I’m debating going on a friend date with a cool goth chick I met online online but need an answer soon.

                                                                                                               Friend date, seriously? Just call it a platonic date, it sounds better. And damn man, why do you only go for the goths? I know this nerdy glam type enby that you’d really dig?

And I’m good, I think I’ll just walk home. I’m not in such a rush to leave.

Ughh, but platonic is so technical and boring. There’s gotta be a better word for a non-romantic date. 

And it’s because they are cool people, not like you have room to judge, going after the ancient and elderly.

I f the person you’re talking about is Fiona’s last ex, then no way. Fiona, like you, has no filter about her sex life.

Wow, shocker, you’re spending even more time at his place.                                                                          

At least tell me you’re grabbing something good this time?

                                                                                                             True dat, I’m sure it’s something good. Ah screw you, I don’t often date the ancient, and oldest guy I’ve been with, not including Victor shut-up, was 33. That’s not that bad.

And no, but they do know each other….maybe are also exes?....

Caruso pauses before typing out the last response. For whatever reason, he’s not as interested in his supposed mission. Especially after he trusted me…how he was so vulnerable with me…how can I take advantage while he’s like that?

Hesitantly, Caruso adds one last message to his text, before pocketing his phone and heading to Victor’s kitchen

                                                                                                              Nah…I’m doing a recon mission this time.

That way, when I come over again, I can get something really good.

                                                                                                           Any who, I’ll let you get back to sleep, I know you’re dying for a nap after dealing with the garage.

Enjoy the not-a date with the goth chick, text me your location when you meet up with her!

As Caruso enters the kitchen, he starts preparing for his surprise to Victor. It takes him some time to find all of the necessary appliances and cookware, but soon enough, Caruso’s putting his delicious creations in the oven to keep warm. What a lovely trick his dad taught him when he was young. He checks his phone again, reading the reply from Buzz.

Alright man, whatever you say I guess.

Aww thanks man, you know me so well.

Welp, enjoy you’re….also not-a date, which is definitely not the type of not-a date that I’m going on

…nah that doesn’t work either.

Will do, text me when you get home!

 Caruso lightly frowns at the reply, wondering if there was a better way to explain why he’s already planned on coming back again…

In fact, why have I already planned that?

Hell, there’s not even a guarantee that Victor wants him to come back, especially considering the whole…the whole….huh.

In retrospect, Caruso considers the night in whole, and can’t find a whole lot that went wrong. Sure, Victor wept due to Caruso accidentally re-traumatizing him…which is really not great…but they also bonded over that. It even reassured something in Caruso, something that he rarely tries to think about….how will he tell people what happened to him, without eliciting awkward or difficult conversations. Something both Caruso and, seemingly Victor worried about, thus bringing them…closer together…fuck.

Why is my heart beating fast?....Why am I so sweaty and clammy, why….

No no no no. No!

And Caruso definitely has a crush on Victor……..fuck a duck…..or rather…

Fuck a very voluptuous and feasibly volatile Velociraptor.

“God dammit me, why do you do this stupid shit over and over again!” He flicks his face, attempting to regulate himself. He makes a squeak and takes a deep breath. He checks his phone again, seeing that the time is nearing 11am. Curiously, he looks around Victor’s apartment, wanting to give Victor the same amount of time he gave him to rest the last time he was over. His kitchen is very sleek yet lacking some warmth. Caruso suspects it’s because he doesn’t cook often, given how many take-out containers Victor has thrown out.

Along with a lot of meat wrappings.

Caruso wonders why Victor chooses to eat beef each time, or at the very least, why there’s barely any variety in his appetite. He thinks about Ms. Moynihan, who always seems to enjoy trying new food, claiming she wants to try all the foods she can in the world. His wondering is paused by a creak from Victor’s door. Grinning to himself, he turns around the corner, looking at Victor’s open guest door, spotting Victor walking out while wearing a pajama top and shorts.

“Hey handsome. How’d you sleep?” Victor groans and grips the wall for dear life. Caruso quickly rushes over to help him, easily understanding Victor’s struggle. Victor yawns as he says,

“Ahh, thank you. Oh. I slept alright...perhaps not as long as I hoped, but certainly better than my normal experience. Yourself?” Caruso let’s go of Victor’s arm, allowing him to refresh himself in the bathroom. He hesitates, before answering Victor through the closed door,

“Honestly...not too great.” Victor makes a sympathetic noise as he asks,

“Oh I’m sorry. Bad dreams?” Caruso makes a questioning sound as he replies,

“Kind of? I have a...weird thing where I don’t remember my nightmares very well, despite it feeling familiar, and I know it’s a nightmare....ugh I don’t have a better way to phrase that.” Victor hums as he opens the door,

“Hmm, I think I’ve heard of that before. Honestly I am a little envious, all of my nightmares are so vivid, I have a hard time forgetting them.” Caruso returns to helping Victor to the dining room, already leading him to the couch. Caruso can’t help but say,

“You know, it sounds a bit unproductive, but a part of me wishes I could see and remember them like you. Like sometimes I want to know why I know it’s a nightmare, you know.” Victor sighs as he sits on the couch, and smiles sheepishly at Caruso.

“Mmm, good call on the couch. I suppose I understand, but I just really don’t agree. If I could forget....god I would give anything.” Caruso watches as his face falls, wishing he could comfort him. He slowly leans over and kisses Victor’s head, hoping it helps. It seems to, as Victor leans into his kiss, breathing out a long-held breath. Caruso stands back up.

“Well...let me know if you find a way to switch experiences, cause I’ll do it in a heartbeat with you!” Victor chuckles and looks deep into Caruso’s eyes. Caruso turns towards the door, knowing if he looks any longer at Victor he won’t look elsewhere.

Aww fuck I do have a crush. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Anywho! Um, I’m gonna grab us breakfast, maybe put a movie on if you like? I’m not…going anywhere for a while, so you know...might be fun.” Caruso turns and rushes out of the door, completely missing Victor’s eyes brightening and his cheeks blushing. He touches his chest, feeling it throb. He turns on the TV, looking for a good movie to show to Caruso.

Eventually Caruso comes back, carrying two trays of what appear to be pancakes, he places it in front to Victor. Victor looks at them, with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmmm, are those blueberries....but then I also see bacon bits in the pancakes?” Caruso excitedly nods,

“YEAH! It’s both! These are my formerly famous blueberry bacon pancakes! Hold for applause.” He dramatically bows, while waiting for Victor’s reaction. Victor looks perplexed, but cuts out a piece to try.

“Why are they formerly famous?” Caruso rubs his neck and answers,

“Ah well, when I was a kid, my dad and I used to make these on special occasions. When my extended family came to see us, it was considered very famous! Unfortunately, when I developed my...allergy, my dad kinda got too guilty to make them just for him and my mom, so we made them less, and they became less famous.” Victor hums while taking a bite. His eyes widen as he does. Caruso leans into his space, eager for his reaction.

“Well? What do you think?” Victor makes an appreciative noise, before responding,

“Mmmm, they’re really good. The sweet and savory mixes well, thank you.” Caruso pumps his fists in the air.

“HELL YEAH! Another happy customer!” Caruso sits down and finally digs into his own bacon-free blueberry pancakes. Victor smiles at his enthusiasm and turns his attention to the TV.

“Well, then as a happy customer, I suppose I can pay you with the choice between two movies I can’t decide between. Would you like to watch Morroco, or All About Eve?” Caruso thinks through the choices, and replies,

“Hmm, well I’ve already seen Morroco...honestly it’s such a boooring movie, so I’m gonna go with All About Eve, which I’ve never seen before.” Victor grins excitedly and plays the movie.

“Oh good, I agree, Morroco is not that interesting, I only really like it for the lead actress. I think you’ll like All About Eve, it features the great treasure Betty Davis and is probably my favourite of her films.” Caruso watches his enthusiasm, and curiously questions,

“Aww, you got a crush on her?” Victor laughs, and rubs his face, which has developed a blush.

“Haa! Maybe a little, not in such a way I’d want to actually be with her but…ugh I just love her, does that make sense?” Caruso laughs and places his now finished plate on the table.

“Oooh I totally get it, I have the same thing with Shakira. I’d never actually date her, but goddamn am I in love with her from a distance.” As Caruso leans into Victor’s space, Victor places his plate to join Caruso’s. He wraps an arm around his shoulders, bringing Caruso into his embrace.

“Mmm, well considering how famous she is, I’m sure you are one of millions.” Caruso chuckles, and cuddles into Victor. He then pays more attention to the film, as the main character walks into a dressing room.

“So, who does Bette Davis play? Maybe I’ll recognize her.” Victor points to the woman sitting in front of the mirror, and answers,

“Her, she plays Margot. And I doubt it, while she was certainly famous at the time, she died in 1989.” As Eve meets the other characters, Caruso looks carefully at Margot, feeling a sense of Deja-vu.

“Hmmmmmm......I kind of recognize her....was she in....oh what was it called....Human Bondage?” Surprised Victor turns his face quickly to Caruso. He speaks in a somewhat shaky voice,

“You...you watched Of Human Bondage?” Caruso cheers, relieved at remembering the film.

“Yes yes that’s what it was! Yeah, I think she was a little younger though, cause didn’t she play the love interest...what’s her name?” Victor still looks star struck at Caruso, only forming words after a few minutes.

“Um, why yes that’s her. I can’t remember her name either, but that film came sometime before this one, yes....I...I’m shocked you’ve watched that....I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who’s watched Of Human Bondage...” Caruso grins, playing with Victor’s hair while he looks him in the eye. He speaks in what he hopes to be a seductive tone,

“Well, I guess I’m full of surprises, aren’t I?” Victor keeps staring, his eyes glazing over. He speaks softly,

“I...I suppose you are.” A tension builds between them during the silence, both of them enjoying looking into the other’s eyes. Their stare is broken by violin playing, and Caruso turns his eyes back to the movie, listening to Eve’s story. Victor continues to look at Caruso, only turning his attention back to the screen after a few moments. He swallows his saliva, trying to calm his breathing.

They watch the movie to the very end, with Caruso sitting up and clapping at the end credits.

“Bravo bravo! Fuck that was a cool movie, thanks for showing it to me.” As Victor turns down the sound, he looks back to Caruso with a wide grin.

“Of course, I’m always happy to watch these again. Especially this one, I oh so love the critiques at old Hollywood and theatre.” Caruso nods before adding,

“I KNOW! Not to mention like, I don’t know. This movie definitely has older like, opinions, but I’m shocked at how well it wrote its female characters to have motivations, and to even detest the way men treat them, it’s so interesting.”

“Indeed, not to mention the men, while certainly sexist, don’t cheat or dislike their wives having careers. I’d honestly consider this more progressive then some 80’s films.” Caruso enjoys watching Victor’s apparent interest in classic movies, watching him nearly bounce in his seat. Experiencing Victor’s infectious enthusiasm himself, Caruso continues the conversation.

“Right? I was pleasantly surprised by Bill. He clearly loves Margot, and didn’t even think of sleeping with Eve, it’s crazy! Not to mention, I like that he waited for Margot, and didn’t rush her into marriage, even though she’s older than him. It’s just....ugh what a good movie.” Victor nods, pushing his hair out of his face. His face gets red, as he stares at Caruso. He says in a tentative voice.

“Indeed....I’m glad you liked it, it’s....it’s different, to watch these films with someone I......I really enjoyed spending this time with you.” Caruso pulls back at that, looking deeper at Victor’s mannerisms. He fiddles with his hair, a sign of nervousness as far as Caruso can tell. His body’s red, even to his thighs. He’s tapping his feet and even seems to have trouble looking Caruso in the eye.

Is....does he...have....is he feeling....the way I feel towards him?

..........

..........

NAH! That couldn’t be it, I must be losing my mind. He’s just enjoying the movie, that’s it....could not be anything else.

Caruso smiles at Victor’s nervousness. He takes one of his hands and rubs it gently.

“Well....I also enjoyed my time with you, so.....you’re not alone in that.” Victor lifts his eyes at that, looking at Caruso with an open mouth. He closes it, teasing his lip with his teeth. Caruso follows the motion, unconsciously licking his lip in imitation. Victor notices this, and inhales. As they both lean forward, about to kiss....Caruso hears Dragula playing from his phone.

“Motherfucker, I swear to god if he’s just looking for something.” He picks up his phone, putting it to his face,

“Yeah Buzz? What is it?” In an uncharacteristically serious tone, Buzz answers,

“Dude we gotta go, there’s a huge flooding downtown, whole team’s heading over to help. Imma grab you from Victor’s in 10, that cool?” Caruso’s face becomes shocked, and he gets up fast.

“Shit, shit yeah I’m coming, that’s bad. Text me when you’re here, I’ll be fast.” Buzz hangs up. Caruso put’s his phone back in his pocket, and awkwardly looks at Victor, who has a confused look.

“Everything alright?” Caruso shakes his head.

“No, um. Sorry to cut this short, but there’s flooding downtown, and well...duty calls.” Victor’s eyes widen, and he stands to head to his room, grabbing Caruso’s stuff.

“Oh my, well no need to apologize for that, certainly that is a priority. Here, I believe this is yours?” Caruso nods and grabs what he can find. Soon enough, he’s in front of Victor’s door, putting his jacket on. He pauses and looks at Victor. He looks so beautiful, despite being in comfy clothes, Caruso can’t help but continue to stare at him. As Victor opens the door, Caruso goes to the doorway, placing his hands on Victor’s cheeks, making sure Victor can see him. Victor smiles and leans into his hands. Caruso kisses him, causing a pleasing sound to leave Victor’s lips. Caruso swallows his noise, and let’s go of him. He pulls back and says,

“See you next Friday for that smoke sesh?” Victor’s face nearly turns scarlet, as he speaks in a breathy voice,

“Ahh, sure....that would be...nice.” Caruso grins, and gives him one last kiss, before running to the elevator and calling out,

“See you later sweetheart!” Cringing at himself for the word choice, Caruso puts in his earbud as the elevator closes, first song playing being Because the Night Belongs to Lovers. As Caruso ignores his head spinning at the song, he leaves.

Victor finally closes his door, after spending one too many minutes staring at the closed elevator. Once he does, he holds his face and chest, leaning back to the door and sliding to the floor.

“Mmmmmm, fuck. How did....he watches old movies, for fun, and is considerate? What, how did I....and he’s a stoner.....OHH YES! HAHAHA!” Hysterically, Victor giggles, and stands to jump in place.

“Ohhh and he’s strong, and is funny and fuck!.....he likes me.” Victor swoons at that, spinning in place.

“HE LIKES ME! HE REALLY LIKES ME! MAYBE EVEN-” Victor uses both hands to smack his cheeks.

“NO! No don’t even think about it Victor. Even if you want something more, that does not mean he does. Hell, we both said we wanted nothing serious, so don’t even think of....think of...” Victor groans, and rubs his face in his hands, pushing his fingers into his eyes, trying not to imagine what he wants to.

“Hmm, no! Just, forget it...no matter what you feel he.....surely can’t feel the same....not like he’d even like you if he knew you weren’t even human....” Victor leans against the door again, sighing. He hugs his body as a method to contain whatever pained feeling is in his chest. He stands back up, heading to his kitchen. He laughs, noticing the mess Caruso left. Somehow, he even got pancake mix on the top cupboards. He walks further, looking for his phone. He finds it in his bathroom, right next to......

Caruso left a toothbrush here. Victor knows it’s his, since Victor keeps his in the master bathroom. He clutches his chest again, smiling.

Maybe....just maybe he feels something too.

Shaking that thought out of his head, Victor grabs his phone, looking through his playlist, and deciding on Patti Smith’s Because the Night Belongs to Lovers. He hums the lyrics while cleaning, imagining that perhaps the song could be about them.

“Take me now, baby here as I am

Pull me close, try and understand

Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe

Love is a banquet, on which we feed.”