(Un)Forgettable and (Un)Regrettable [Brendan]

[Vincent Verax]

It was late morning when Vincent finally stirred, his eyes blinking blearily in the sunlight coming in through the window. He groaned, not quite sure whether he was ready to resign himself to consciousness yet or not. He rolled over, lifting his arm to rub at his eyes, when he realized that something was... off.

For one, he was not in his bed. He was laying on the floor with a warm body next to him that probably should not have been there. Of course, Vincent was blissfully free from hangover as he always was, but the delay between his body waking up and his brain waking up was as long as always.

With a groan, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, stiff joints popping as he did so. A yawn crept over him and he stretched his arms up over his head, enjoying the pull on his muscles and the breath filling his lungs. As it passed, he looked around, not recognizing the living room that he had obviously spent the night in, and pursed his lips.

And then Vincent finally took a look at who was sleeping next to him: Brendan. He blinked, willing his brain to wake up, and was granted with flashes of memory from the previous night. Coyote Ugly, dancing, the kissing, and how they'd stumbled through the door desperately trying to get inside the other's clothing. Said clothing was scattered everywhere and Vincent's face slowly grew into the most cocky smirk he'd ever worn.

He laid back down, tucking himself against Brendan's side, unwilling to give up the opportunity to be close to him. Last night had been absolutely amazing, everything that Vincent could have asked for and more, and he was just left hoping that it wouldn't be a one time thing. Or that the sole reason for all of this was the alcohol.

Perfectly happy to snuggle against Brendan's side, Vincent let himself sift through his memories, and were the feelings not so intense, he might have passed it all off as a blissful dream. Yet, here Brendan was, right next to him, and Vin could smell his skin and hear his breathing and it was all just so... real. Sure, he probably should have worried about where they were or how Brendan was going to react when he woke up, but when it came to this moment, this deliriously happy moment as he laid against Brendan, all he could do was smile.

[Brendan James]

It was the ache in his head that woke him that morning. The pain started at the base of his skull, made it’s way through every inch of his head in a dull aching manner, only to meet and radiate in his eyes. With a groan, he accepted that he was in deed awake without trying to go back to sleep.

Raising his hands to up to his face, he muttered, “I’m never fucking drinking again.” And despite the condition he was in, he knew it was lie. Pressing the heels of his palm to his eyes helped to relieve some of the pressure there. But honestly, how much had he had to drink last night? He tried to remember… There was the first shot. And then the second shot almost immediately after. And there’d been one while they were on the bar. How many was that? Oh fuck math when hung over.

He willed himself to open his eyes, but it felt like all of his energy had been drained from his body. And damn was there a draft in his room? It was chilly as fuck. And he could tell he was sore. Which wasn’t unusual after a night of drinking. And nor was having spent the night on the floor. But there were random patches of his skin that felt… raw? But he supposed it was incredibly likely that he’d fallen. But onto his back? Whatever… His head hurting too much to care.

Finally opening his eyes, he knew by the ceiling exactly where he was. “Fuck… Sasha’s gonna kill me.” He said quietly, because this was their home, so why wouldn’t she and her fiancé be home? Sitting up, he discovered why he was so cold. His pants were missing. But not just his pants. Though… He vaguely remembered losing his shirt at the bar. Right? Well, at least there was a blanket on him. She’d probably want to wash it.

Looking around more was when he finally spotted Vin. Vin. Riiiight! He’d taken Vin to Coyote Ugly! Damn… They must’ve had a shit ton to drink. Pushing Vin’s shoulder, he said, “Come man… Work your magic. This hangover kills”

That’s what he said last night anyway, right? That Brendan could drink as much as he wanted and Vin could make it better for him? Pushing his shoulder again, “Come on. We have to hurry. If her fiancé catches us, he’ll be pissed. Then Sasha’ll be pissed.” It was true. After Bren’s last run in with Grayson, he certainly didn’t want to again. Not anytime soon at least.

And the fact that Vin was also missing his clothes went completely unnoticed. Way to go Bren, way to go.

[Vincent Verax]

Though he was aware that Brendan was starting to wake, Vincent was not yet ready to move. He nuzzled into Bren's shoulder, drawing his legs up and scooting closer to the warmth. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, then Bren would stop fidgeting and grumbling and they could just right back to snuggling.

But Vincent finally remembered that he'd been a little dishonest the previous night, leading Brendan to believe that he could rid him of his hangover. Honestly, he did feel a little bad about that. It's not like he wouldn't have done it if he could, but Brendan had been the one to go so far as to detail the level of drunk he needed to reach before... well... all of what happened... happened.

When Brendan pushed him, Vin finally stopped pretending to be asleep and mumbled an apology into the carpet. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his permanently messy hair falling in front of his eyes. "Don' work like that." He admitted, looking a little sheepish as he let his head drop down between his shoulders. "Sorry."

Vincent did not, however, understand Brendan's rush. Being that he was a night owl, mornings were not Vinnie's friends. After a few moments, he pushed himself back up into a sitting position, raking his hands back through his hair, giving Brendan a sidelong glance. Did he even remember? He honestly wasn't sure what to expect from the other man, whether he had enjoyed last night as much as Vin had, or if he regretted it.

Brendan's pants were not that far from Vin's leg and with a stretch, he caught them with just the tips of his fingers and offered them up to his companion. "Here's yers." And though Vincent thought that maybe he shouldn't draw attention to the fact that they were both naked, looking at Brendan's pants in his hand was enough to make that ridiculously smug grin from before reappear on his face.

God, he still couldn't believe his luck.

[Brendan James]

… Didn’t work like that? “Yooou fucker.” He said, allowing himself to fall backwards back onto the floor. Luckily his landed on the rug instead of the wood floor. That would’ve sucked. “Nasty trick. Getting the teacher drunk after saying you could take away this shit. But props for accomplishing it.” Even though he was talking, the only thoughts that were actually going through his head were ‘Why the hell is it so early?’ and ‘Why the fuck is to bright?’ Morning didn’t generally bother him. But when he hung over…

Only when Vincent held out his teacher’s pants towards him did he realize he was snuggled up with a student naked. And it took some hard concentration to process that after realizing it. Blink multiple times, he just stared at Vin. Then slowly lifted the blanket, only to drop it instantly.

He had no words. His jaw fell open slightly. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried his hardest to remember what exactly had happened yesterday. It started in the art room. Then they made their way to Coyote Ugly. In New York no less. There’d been dancing. Well, grinding actually. Kissing? Right? No, yeah he remembered the kissing. Then leaving the bar.

But… after that… Taking a moment, he thought about the kissing again, eyes still closed to try to remember is more clearly. It was hazy to say the least. And he couldn’t quite remember how it got started either. Or why it had stopped long enough for them to leave the bar.

What he did remember though was the feeling the kiss gave him. He’d felt electric. Like there had been fire in his veins. A small smile formed on his lips as he wished that he could do it again. Feel that same way again. Maybe later Brendan. First, you must get the events start.

Opening his eyes, the smile having faded, he at Vin. “Did we… I mean… Last night? Did we fuck?” For a moment he was terrified. For two reasons. One, if anybody ever found out about this, he’d surely lose his job.

Two… He didn’t remember it. Which to him meant, he’d have to do it again at some point to make it his first.

Listening to Vin, he threw back the blanket off himself and wiggled into his pant. Buttoning and zippering with great care.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent looked sympathetic, remembering how much Sammy bitched about hangovers, and he knew they had to be entirely unpleasant. He lifted his hand to touch Brendan's cheek, offering up a little smile. "Is't bad?" He was sure it was, because even he couldn't remember the number of shots they'd had last night. Granted, he'd stopped counting at some point, because Brendan was much more distracting, but that didn't mean that there hadn't been a lot of alcohol consumed.

He brushed his fingers through Brendan's hair in an affectionate manner, figuring that he might as well be extra nice to Bren, considering he'd kind-of-sort-of lied to him. Not that it was particularly hard, because Vincent was a tactile person by nature, and because he was already quite fond of Brendan, and that would have held true had they slept together or not.

And then Brendan hit him with the million dollar question.

Vincent fidgeted a little, his ego making it hard for him to contain himself. "I... uh... yeah." He tried to hide his 500 megawatt smile by turning his head away from Brendan, but he couldn't stop the chuckle that bubbled up in his throat. He'd slept with a teacher and not just any teacher, but the coolest, the most fun, and definitely the sexiest teacher he'd ever known. It's a bit obvious that Bren's job security was nowhere to be found in Vincent's mind.

"Yer... not mad, are ya?" He didn't seem mad, but Vincent didn't know how Brendan would handle his anger if it were there. He was definitely shocked, which was a reaction he was somewhat used to. Using alcohol to get people into his bed was a common practice in Vincent's world, but it was different when the person was your teacher versus a peer.

Vin stared just a little when Brendan threw off the blanket, watching him wiggle into his pants. What? It's not like it was nothing he hadn't seen before. (And that thought made him giggle behind his palm again, because despite what worries he might have, he's absolutely giddy.) Realizing that they were not going to go back to cuddling anytime soon, Vincent crawled the short distance to retrieve his own pants.

And now begins the very long and arduous process of putting on too-tight leather pants. He'd pulled them up to about his knees while sitting on the floor, then had to stand up and perform the Vincent Wiggle (tm) in order to work them up his thighs and to his hips. There was even some jumping so he could try to use gravity to his favor. And if Brendan does not laugh at this, then he's not human. Panting from the effort, Vincent sunk down onto the floor again once they were all the way up, and finally fastened them. "So... uh... wha' now?" He asked, as if he hadn't just made a fool of himself just with his abnormal process of getting dressed.

[Brendan James]

He should’ve thought it weird, a student being so affectionate towards him, right? Because he didn’t. He didn’t even flinch away or stiffen. Actually… I dare say he may have leaned into Vin’s hand when it touched his hand. “Fuckin’ sucks…” Honestly, Brendan hated hangovers more than anything. And if he hated them even a fraction more, he’d likely quit drinking all together. But, alcohol often meant good times. “But I’ll be fine. No worries. I just need some god damn coffee.”

When his student’s fingers found their way to hair… Well it was the weirdest thing. Student’s definitely stroke their teacher’s hair. And teacher’s definitely didn’t feel relaxed when students did that. Not normally at least, right?

And he had his answer. He’d gotten it in. Or Vin had… Maybe both of them? Oh shit, that was kind of embarrassing to think about. But there was no way in hell Brendan was going to ask that question. “Well fuck me.” Shaking his head, he couldn’t believe he let this happen. He’d slept with a student. He had felt… something pretty intense with his student. Was he getting involved with Vin? When he heard Vin’s chuckle, he froze, unable to find anything humorous in the moment. But he giggled too, shaking his head. “I’m so fired if anybody finds out.”

“Mad?” He didn’t think he was mad. What did he have to be mad about? It had been something he’d started, right? It was Bren who drove them both to New York right? Took Vin to a strictly twenty-one and older bar? Took him to Coyote Ugly of all places? And got at least three shots. “Nah… I’m not mad.” And he rubbed Vin’s back lightly, in a reassuring and soothing way. He didn’t want the boy to take responsibility for this. “Are… You mad? And ok?” He didn’t think Vin was a virgin… But when somebody made assumptions, it led to bad things.

Standing up finally, he watched Vin struggle to get into his pants and all the effort it took. A wide smirk on his face, his hand went immediately went to cover his mouth, giggling like a school girl. They need to yell out ‘shake that ass’ was really appealing. But he fought against it.

Once Vin had finished, Brendan made his way to the counter, still giggling. “Now we go get breakfast.” He was in the middle of writing Sasha an apologetic note on a pad of paper he’d found on the counter when heard somebody banging around in what he knew to be her bedroom. Shooting a look at Vin, he spoke quietly, “come on, come on, we gotta get outta here. Grab your shit.”

Bren hurried to the door, opening it, and waiting there for Vin.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent sunk against Brendan's side, relieved that he wasn't angry at him for what had transpired. Of course he did think of it mostly as his fault, if only because he'd been the one to keep toeing the line and he'd encouraged Brendan to keep drinking, and all the other poor decisions he'd made. Well, that, and he liked to think he was just so irresistible that Brendan couldn't help himself. Ego, you know.

He shot Bren an incredulous look when he was asked the same question. "Y'fuckin' kiddin' me?" This is exactly what he'd worked the majority of the evening for, like hell he was mad about it. "I'm fuckin' great! An' las' nigh' was UH-MAZE-IN!" He smiled warmly while Brendan rubbed his back, leaning into the touch like a dog being scratched in just the right place.

Brendan's laughter as his getting dressed was infectious and for a long moment after he was finished, he just laid on the floor giggling. Sure, it might have been a lot of work, but he felt it was worth it. His pants were sexy and he looked sexy in them (not so sexy putting them on but that was not the point.) He reached for one of his enormous heavy boots while Brendan disappeared into the kitchen, his stomach giving an incredibly loud rumble at the mention of breakfast. "Shit yeah, 'm STARVIN'!"

Vin shoved his foot into the boot and began working on zipping and buckling up the sides, another long process because Vincent can do nothing simply. But he didn't get to finish, because there were noises they weren't making and Brendan was rushing. "Alrigh', alrigh'!" With one foot still bare, he sort of loped awkwardly to his other boot, and of course grabbed Brendan's tie, before hurrying out the door.

He hopped on one foot while he pulled his other boot on, wobbling dangerously and almost toppling over, then looked behind him at the unfamiliar residence. "Whose place 's that, anyway?" Once they were a little bit away from the house, Vincent bent over to finish buckling up his boots. With that finished, he hung the tie over his shoulders, blinking down at it.

"How th'fuck didja do that again?" He tried rather uselessly to mimic the motions Brendan had used when he tied it the first time, but failed miserably. And yes, Vincent is going to wear that tie as often as he can. It would be his new favorite article of clothing.

[Brendan James]

Relief filled Brendan when Vin said he was great. The thought of doing any sort of damage to a student was more than he could bear. “Oh thank god…” He said with a chuckle. “I’d hate to think that maybe I… did something. Well… Something to bother you.” And when Vin leaned into his touch, he knew that this was just another moment that where they shared a more intimate touch that he would probably pay for in the long run. Yet he still rubbed the boy’s bare back.

“Good. I know a good place down the street from here.” Yes, Brendan was the kind of guy who always knew ‘a good place down the street’. Always. He attributed it to when he first moved to New York. Not wanting to be taken for an out-of-towner, he wanted to know a place just about everywhere and ate out nearly everyday.

He snatched his shoes from the floor, thankful they hadn’t been far from the door. Once Vin was out, Bren followed after him, closing the door as quietly as he could. Giggling at Vin’s wobbling, he shot his hands out in case he was to actually fall so that he would actually hurt himself. “Um…” Well this was awkward. Did he tell his student, that he just slept with, the truth. Why the not, how much more trouble could he honestly get into? “Her name’s Sasha. We used too… Well we were strictly fuck buddies. And more fuck than buddies.” With smirk, he added, “but I was here about four months ago. And she neglected to tell me she was engaged.”

And yes, when saying it, he sounded slightly like he was bragging. He didn’t mean to. But honestly… This chick had promised to spend marry this guy, he found her cheating, and he was still with her? There was a word for a guy like that. Pussy whipped. And that’s exactly what he was. But he was also six and half feet tall with muscles bigger than Brendan. He sure as hell was not gonna get caught there again. That’s why he’d left his key behind.

Smirking, he dropped his shoes that he had to put on, and took ahold of the tie. “Stop. Before you hurt yourself.” After a moment and looping the tie through a hole that he’d made with it, he tightened slightly so it sat what he thought should be comfortably at Vin’s throat.

But he didn’t let go of the tie. Instead he kept it in his hands. What the hell happened last night, he wasn’t quite sure. He had bits and pieces. But mostly he had a feeling. That it had felt amazing and that he’d enjoyed himself. Mostly what triggered it was the fact that while tying Vin’s tie, his fingers had brushed against the skin of his neck and chest. And it felt like little sparks flew when their skin met.

And since he wasn’t one for rules anyway… “Fuckin’ hell…” Staring at Vin, he debated for a long moment. “I’m screwed anyway.” Using the tie to pull his student nearer to him, Brendan pressed his lips to Vin’s. And despite the fact he was hungover, it filled him with the most wonderful feeling.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent clapped Brendan on the shoulder, shaking his head while he laughed softly to himself. "Naw, man. Y'did jusss' fine." He wiggled his eyebrows at Brendan, reassuring him that there was no part of last night that he did not thoroughly enjoy. "Shame y'don' remember." And for a moment, Vin pouted. He liked to thing that he was so good that he was unforgettable, but alcohol was a harsh mistress.

Oh well. Just meant they'd have to do it again at a later date, when Brendan was more sober. Or at least he could hope.

Rubbing his stomach, Vincent was thinking of little else besides bacon and eggs and more bacon when Brendan mentioned their next destination. With all the drinking and... other activities he'd indulged in last night, he was pretty much tapped out. It was bad enough that he was perpetually hungry thanks to his power, but now he was absolutely ravenous.

Once outside and while Brendan was explaining his relationship with the owner of the house they'd just invaded, Vin was still busy fixing the buckles on his boots. He chuckled as he straightened up, giving Bren a playful elbow to the ribs. "Y'fuckin' sleaze." He teased, though he honestly had no room to talk. It wasn't like he'd never had fuck buddies before. In fact, for a long time that's all he would have.

"Hey!" Vincent spat out, faking offense when Brendan took over. Now, Vinnie tried really hard to focus on what Bren was doing so he might be able to accomplish it on his own, but all he saw was moving fingers and flipping fingers and suddenly the tie was perfect and Vincent had less of a clue how to do it than before. There was a long pause as he looked down at Brendan's fingers holding onto the tie, then finally muttered, "It's like yer a fuckin' wizard or some shit."

Which was not the best way to set the mood, he'll admit, but when their eyes met, Vincent felt that thud in his chest that only Brendan seemed to cause. Vin's hands reached for Brendan's hips, excitedly meeting him for the kiss. He'd thought Brendan said he needed to be drunk for that, but he sure as hell wasn't about to complain. His lips tingled as Brendan's brushed against his own but as he leaned in to deepen the kiss, his stomach gave a very loud rumble.

It was impossible to hold back the laugh that bubbled up in his stomach's wake and he had to lean back from Brendan because of the need to double over. It took him a while of foolish giggling to find his voice again and he braced his hand on Brendan's shoulder. "Sorry! Y'know I fuckin' loved that but... uh... I really need ta eat somethin' or I migh' jus' chew on y'face." Another loud grumble from gut cemented his point.

[Brendan James]

With a chuckle, Brendan shrugged. “Yeah well… Those were my younger days. I don’t get around like I used to.” Aaaaand now it was kinda awkward. Because it was obvious things hadn’t changed too much. Earlier this week there was Quinn. Now Vin. After clearing his throat, he added, “Well… Uh… Not usually at least.”

“I couldn’t very well let you keep trying.” He said with a shake of his head and a smirk. “You’d destroy the damn thing. And I’m not willing to let you do that.” Of course… Saving Vin from his attempt at possibly choking himself wasn’t the only reason he had taken over the tie situation. There’d been a feeling he remembered the night before. And surely, it had something to do with Vin, right? It had been him he’d spent the night with after all.

And Brendan’s thought process wasn’t difficult to follow. Since he didn’t quite remember what happened the night before, but felt as if it had been… Well… He wasn’t sure, but the only way to know was to test it. And they’d already slept together, so what the hell was a little kissing? When sober. Or at least while sobering up. “Yeah well… You should know now, people have called me magical before.” He said with a wink.

The kiss itself wasn’t like the kiss last night (not that Bren would know). It was soft, brushing of their lips. And like when his fingers brushed against Vin’s chest, Brendan felt little sparks flow between their touching skin. And he felt it on his hips too. It was more than a little concerning to him. He’d been tempted to deepen it as Vin had been. But was immensely grateful when his student stopped the kiss, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to.

Nodding without saying a word, Brendan snagged his shoes off the sidewalk, and began leading the way towards the restaurant. Was he… Actually developing feelings for a student? Fuck… And he’d actually slept with him too? And this student was a guy! He’d never… Well, there’d never been a guy in his life that he looked at and thought ‘Now I need to get me a piece of that!’ So why Vin? Why now?

“You’ll have excuse me… I’m… A… Vin, if anybody finds out about this, I’ll loose my job. I’ll get fired. Even loose my license.” He looked at the boy, frowning in concern at his own well-being. But quickly he shook his head, saying “Well damn. That sounds selfish. That doesn’t mean…” He actually snorted, smirking. “Ok… So it doesn’t mean, I’m not willing… to pursue another… endeavor with you.” Yes, Brendan was purposely trying to sound like that. When he felt this awkward, it was just how he spoke. And he giggled uncomfortably “But nobody can know. I… I hope you understand that.”

Reaching a small, kind of beatnik café, Brendan held the door open for his student, smiling and giggling like a moron.

[Vincent Verax]

"Oh yeah?" Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Jus' how many people we talkin' 'bout?" And yes, he was going to continue teasing Brendan about that. Not for any malicious reasons of course, but simply because he could. One whore to another. (Not that Brendan was that promiscuous, but he obviously wasn't celibate either.)

While Vincent tried to catch his breath, his forehead fell onto Brendan's shoulders and his arms slid around his waist. He was a little upset he had to break off their kiss, because even this gentle one was more than enough to feel that magnetic pull that Brendan had over him. It was his way of apologizing, pulling Bren into a firm hug while he waited for his laughter to subside. But then he almost didn't want to let Brendan go.

If it was difficult to pull away from him, it was even harder for him to keep his hands to himself as they headed towards the cafe. His fingers grazed Brendan's hand, his forearm, and eventually came to rest on his back. But in the moments that Bren was quiet, Vincent panicked a little bit. What if Brendan was starting to regret last night, what if he didn't feel the same thing that Vin felt when they kissed?

He was so busy thinking about that (thinking being a difficult thing in and of itself when you're Vincent) that he hadn't realized his face had fallen into a scowl. And when Brendan spoke again, he was expecting to hear the worst. Vin looked down at his feet and bit on one of his lip rings, listening to the jumbled words that spilled out of Brendan's mouth.

It took him a moment to understand just what he had been told, because there were big words in there and Vincent is not that smart, but when he did, his head snapped up and he looked somewhat shocked at Brendan. "Are... are y'serious 'bout that?" Even if Brendan had declared in that moment that he had just been joking, it would have been too late to stop the grin that made itself right at home on Vincent's face. "I don' wan'cha t'lose yer job... but..." He paused for a moment to scratch the back of his head. "I don' wan' it t'be a one-time thing."

Now feeling like he was floating on cloud nine, Vincent's steps were a lot lighter as they finally approached the cafe. "An' don' worry. Y'secret's safe wit' me, big guy." He joked, patting Brendan on the stomach and giving him a little kiss on the cheek as he walked inside the cafe. Although anyone that knows Vincent knows he is approximately shit at keeping secrets, especially from his friends, Vin was going to try his damnedest. He really didn't want to be the reason for Brendan getting fired.

Upon settling down at a table, Vincent looked at Brendan's face, feeling a certain fondness towards that goofy smile. He also found it to be incredibly infectious. But what he noticed next about Brendan was a bit farther below the neck. There was a tattoo on his chest and Vincent hadn't exactly pegged Brendan as the tattoo type. He pointed at it, barking with laughter "Is that fuckin' Tweety Bird on yer chest?" He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before now, but he supposed there were other things to keep his attention that didn't include what was inked into Brendan's skin.

[Brendan James]

Clearing his throat, Brendan actually blushed a little. “Well…” Usually when talking about things like this didn’t, he didn’t become embarrassed. But it was always something a little uncomfortable when something new was developing relationship-wise. He never knew quite how to tell people that’d he’d had more than his fair share of partners. “Well it’s definitely less then a baseball stadium.” He ended vaguely, flashing Vin a thousand watt smile.

He liked the feeling of Vin’s arms around his waist. It was the strangest thing. Yes, he was affectionate. Probably overly so. But that was generally with people who had vaginas. Never with a guy. At least not this much. And he couldn’t really stop. When Vin’s arms were around his waist, Brendan pulled him closer, wrapping his own arms around the boy’s back, running his fingers along his spine.

Had Bren known that his silence was causing Vin to panic… Well because he’s a jackass he probably would’ve kept silent a little longer. But he didn’t. So when Vin smiled the way he did, Bren actually panicked just a smidge, not that he’d ever admit to it. You might not think he’d ever be the one to doubt himself, but he did on occasion. Shocking right? But even if he did, he kept the same cool confidence.

“Well… Yeah?” he said with a little smile. “Course I’m serious.” With a snort, Bren shook his head. “What? You think I’m so much a whore that now that I’ve had the goods I’m gonna leave you high and dry? Bitch pleeease.” Yes Brendan. Because you’ve done it before. But Vin had nothing to worry about in that sense. Vin was different. If anybody were going to be able to hold the oldest James’ attention for the long run, it would be somebody exactly like him. “Good. Neither do I.” He said leaning towards the younger one and bumping their shoulders together. “But ya’ gotta be patient with me, ‘kay? I’ve never… Well I’ve never had anything with a guys before.” Or a student. But at this point, Brendan had pretty much forgotten that piece of the puzzle.

Smiling at the kiss, Bren felt… Damn proud. He was almost thirty now and still finding new things to try. Fuck yeah! How badass was he?! Standing outside the restaurant for another moment, he finally pulled on his shoes, figuring it was bad enough for neither of them to have shirts.

When he finally sat across from Vin, he was still smiling a ridiculous smile. Until Vin pointed out his little Tweety Bird. But it didn’t bother him. He wasn’t the first person to make comment about it. Nor did Bren think he’d be the last (What? He’s not gonna swim with a shirt on.). So with a laugh, he nodded. “Uh, yeah… It uh… It seemed like a good idea at the time. I got for an ex.” He said touching the little bird on his chest. And he didn’t find it necessary to include the fact that she’d almost been his fiancé. Another time perhaps.

Laying his right arm across the table, he showed Vin the inside of his forearm, which donned the name ‘Kathryn’. “But these are the only two I have. Right now. I’ll get more eventually.” Brendan already had one picked out to get to honor his father. Though he wasn’t sure how the old man would feel about it. But it’d be happening regardless. Eyeing Vin’s sleeve, he asked, “What about you have anymore? Gonna get anymore?”

Making eye contact with a waitress, he smiled at her. Smiling always made them come over faster and service quicker. At least that had been Brendan’s experience. “I need like… An entire bowl of coffee. Keg even.” He pleaded with the woman. “If you don’t have those… Just the pot will be fine.” He waited for Vin to order, wondering if playing footsie be too much. This whole not touching thing… He wasn’t a fan of it.

Waiting until the woman left, he leaned towards his student across the table. “So… If I asked you to walk me through the night, would you be offended?”

[Vincent Verax]

Snorting at Brendan's answer, Vin just shook his head. "Really? An' here I though' they'd be linin' th'fuck up t'get a swing at ya." He didn't mind what Brendan had been up to (or who he had been sleeping with) previous to this. In fact, "I migh' have ya beat." That is not something you should want to compete over, Vincent, and it certainly isn't something you should be proud of. Slut.

There was a moment in that embrace where Vincent tucked his face into Brendan's neck, filling his senses with the texture and the scent of Brendan's skin. It brought back the memories of last night, the closeness that they'd shared, but this was different, soothing almost. Vin breathed in deeply, his shoulders relaxing with the gentle caress of Bren's hands on his back. If it wasn't for his still-aching stomach, he could have stayed like that for much, much longer.

Vin laughed at Brendan's remark, shaking his head. "Oh yeah, s'totally it. Y'dirty nasty slut." He poked Brendan's shoulder with each word for emphasis. "Nah, s'jus'... y'were really drunk an' I though' maybe y'... I unno... jus' did it 'cause I made ya." At least that had been the case with Sammy, though when he had slept with Sammy it had felt nothing like how it had with Brendan.

He tried to cover his smile with his hand when Brendan admitted his inexperience. He tried to hold back the comment, he really did, but with a choking sort of laugh, "Y'did las' nigh'!" With that, holding his stomach as if that would somehow quiet his giggling, he brushed past Brendan to the table, practically collapsing into the table.

The giggle fit had almost subsided... until he saw the tattoo. It took another few moments for him to quit laughing long enough to talk. "Oh man. S'cute." And he knew exactly what it was like to have a tattoo for a significant other gone wrong. As Brendan's arm stretched across the counter, Vincent's fingers crept into his palm without a second thought. He had been missing the near constant contact they'd had since yesterday too. "Who's Kathryn?" He tilted his head as he looked at the other tattoo, keeping his hand on Brendan's.

Vincent held out his arm so Brendan could better see the sleeve. "'m gunna get th'other arm done too. An' I got this one." He turned slightly in his seat to show Brendan the purple-pink pixie wing on his shoulder. "Got... got that one fer an' ex too." He neglected to mention the fiance aspect as well. "An' another one, but s'below the table." He winked, although the one he was mentioning was on his hip and partially visible over the top of his pants. "An' I'm gunna get one here too!" He put his hand on his bare chest. To say that he was a little bit addicted to getting tattoos was an understatement. He's just lucky he can't always afford them or he'd be entirely inked.

When the waitress came, Vincent just smiled at Brendan's order. "Y'gunna try ta drown in it or somethin'?" Of course, Vin being the gluttonous beast that he is, asked for a ridiculous amount of food. And I'm far too lazy to type it all out in his slur. Let's just say there was a little bit (a whole lot) of everything.

Vinnie mimicked Brendan's movement, his fingers grazing up Brendan's arm. The question made Vincent's eyebrows raise and his eyes narrow, a smirk creeping across his face. "It'd b'my pleasure." His head tilted faintly to the side. "How much d'ya remember, anyways?"

[Brendan James]

With a smug look on his face and a shrug, Brendan relaxed just a tad thanks mostly to Vin finding humor in his joke. “Yeah, well… Gotta turn some people away. Makes it seem more worth while.” He said with a wink. Yeah, because making yourself sound like an exclusive club or an ivy league school is such a turn on. No. Elbowing Vin gently in his side, “So? Come spill?… A lot?” Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised. All he had to do was look at Vin. He was like… Walking sex. Not that Brendan minded that much.

Brendan choked out his laughter. And yes, he was in fact laughing at Vin. Stopping for a moment, he pulled on the boy’s arm, smiling. “So you don’t know this about me… But I don’t do a damn thing that I don’t want to do. Regardless of being drunk or not. If I’m not willing to, it’s not gonna happen.” Touching the boy’s cheek lightly, he added, “I promise… You did not rape me last night.”

Laughing along with Vin, he shook his head. “Yeah smart-ass. I meant besides last night.” The temptation to push him and run was almost too much to pass up. But he was enjoying his time with the kid too much. Yes, Brendan was going to refer to Vin as kid. Because that part of the night he remembered. “You just think you’re so funny, don’t ya’ Kid?”

With Vin’s hand in his, he curled his fingers to forbid his hand from leaving. “Kathryn was my mom’s name. I got it when she was still alive.” He giggled for a minute. “She was so pissed when I came home for Christmas with it. I was… twenty-one? I thought she was gonna throw a fuckin’ pan at my head.” Shaking his head, he giggled a little more.

As Vin stretched out his arm, the fingers of Brendan’s other hand walked their way from the boy’s fingers, to his palm, to his forearm. Looking and tracing his tattoos. “Do they meanings or just because tattoos?” Personally, Brendan had a few ‘just because’ tattoos planned out. But silly things. Like the Tweety Bird, he wanted to cage in and have Sylvester luring around it. “Tattoos are never a good idea in relationships. Kiss of death.” And he truly believed it. It had been only about two months after getting his tattoo that his relationship had turned sour.

Quirking his eyebrow and smirking, he leaned closer to Vin. “Oh yeah? Can I see it?” Of course he was kidding… Sort of. They’d already slept together of course. But since Brendan didn’t remember, it made it a little difficult and awkward. But flirting! Flirting was something he was always game for. No matter what or who. “Do you know what you’re getting on your chest yet?” And Brendan took the opportunity to stare at Vin’s body. Because it was definitely worth staring at.

“I want more. But I’ve only got two picked out.” He already knew that he would be getting one for his father and sisters. An anchor for the captain. A wolf for Al. And he hadn’t quite decided on the one for Ollie. He’d let her pick… But then he’d end up with a unicorn or some shit and that was NOT gonna fly. Sure, it’d be funny as hell. But he refused to walk around with a unicorn on his body for the rest of his life.

Nodding, he said, “Abso-fuckin’-lutely. I plan on drowning this damn hangover. That I hold you entirely responsible for.” And he gave Vin’s hand a little squeeze. No, he did not plan on letting it go. Probably not until he had to take Vin home at least. He gave him an incredulous look. “Holy shit… Where do you plan on putting all that food?” Giggling, he wondered if it were even possible for somebody who looked like Vin to be able to eat all that food.

“Um… I remember getting to the bar… Us flirting before drinking. Drinking. Drinking some more. A little bar dancing. Aaaand…” He debated telling him. Would it be ridiculous to tell him what he remembered feeling? “Well, I remember feeling like my insides were on fire. Like… Engulfed by flames. Did we do tequila shots or something?” But, from what he knew about the night, he wasn’t entirely sure if it had been tequila at all. “Oh… Throwing my shirt out to the crowd. So, ya’ know, that’s awesome.”

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent didn't feel any shame about his promiscuity. In fact, he boasted about it more often than not. His answer to Brendan's question was a nod and a smirk. "Ohhh yeah. Like more than I can count." Which was probably not a good point of reference, but you really think he's going to realize that?

He waved his hand in the air, as if he were brushing it off like it was nothing. He had a reputation to uphold after all. (Granted it had suffered when he'd met Moe, but this was certainly one way to start about bringing it back. Or it would have been... except for that whole secrecy factor.) When Brendan's hand touched his cheek, he instinctively leaned into the touch, but he couldn't keep a straight face at what was supposedly Bren's attempt to reassure him.

"Nice t'know!" And while he was relieved to learn that there had to be at least one part of Brendan that wanted him, he still wasn't quite ready to give up the fight against the kid nickname. "Y'know... y'callin' m'a kid, that kinda makes ya sound like a dirty pedo. " He grinned. That should stop Bren from calling him a child, right?

His eyes shifted from the tattoo, to Brendan's hand holding his own, then back up to the teacher's face. "Fryin' pans hurt like a bitch, too." Why am I not surprised at all that he's been hit with cookware?

Vincent followed the movement of Brendan's fingers over his arm. "Those're jus' 'cause it looks fuckin' cool." The sleeve was made up of a variety of different images, skulls, flames, pretty much anything that Vincent thought looked badass. Little thought went into his tattoos and in fact the only one that had any real meaning was the aptly named "kiss of death" on his shoulder. "Man, where th'hell were ya before I got that, huh?"

Brendan's request to see the tattoo caused Vincent to stand up, folding over the top of his pants to reveal the ankh on his hip. "An' that's it fer now." He sat back down shortly and grinned. "Y'know those skin-rip tattoos? Definitely gettin' one-a them." Because what was cooler than the optical illusion of seeing right through into his chest cavity? ... lots of things, but good luck getting Vin to change his mind.

"Whatcha got in mind?" He was genuinely curious, not only because it was about tattoos, which he loved, but also Brendan, who he was absolutely fascinated with. Vincent moved his hand back to Brendan's, curling his fingers around his palm. He had a feeling it was going to be difficult to go back to Vermont. He'd said that he'd keep the secret, but it would be difficult to keep himself away from Bren.

Vinnie just shrugged when it came to his food selection. "Charmander says I got a black hole in m'stomach." When one's metabolism is as high as Vincent's, one can eat like a starving animal and not suffer any consequences. Although he did spend a lot of time working out, just to make sure that he was absolutely irresistible... and had plenty of energy for... things.

Smiling fondly as Brendan shared his memories, Vin just shook his head. "Nah, no Tequila. I think y'd be dead if we'd been shootin' that." He brushed his thumb idly over the back of Bren's hand, he met his eyes. "D'ya remember th'kissin'?" Vin sounded hopeful. "Y'pinned m'up against th'wall an' everythin. An' then some dude tol' us t'stop." He made a face, still not entirely thrilled with that interruption. But it didn't last, because the waitress returned with coffee and Vincent's obscene amount of food.

"Oh fuuuuuck yeah!" He was practically drooling and he wasted little time in stuffing his face.