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

[Vincent Verax]

Imagining Brendan getting arrested was just as hilarious as it sounded. Vincent covered his face with his hand, rubbing at his sore cheeks and jaw while he tried to stop laughing. He honestly struggled to remember a time when he'd laughed this much and especially so much when he hadn't been drinking. Vincent wasn't a hard person to amuse, but this was almost ridiculous. It just seemed like it would never end.

"Ya dirty criminal!" Vin accused playfully, pointing at Brendan vigorously. But he still couldn't keep a straight face. It lasted for all of two seconds before he was grinning like a fool all over again. Vincent had never been arrested himself, namely because most of his crazy antics were performed on Hammel grounds and he found all his punishment being handed out in Dr. Neville's office. Which he supposed was marginally better than the police station.

Vincent couldn't describe it, but it almost felt like he already knew Brendan. Like he was meeting an old friend again. There had been none of that awkward getting-to-know-you business and while Vincent claimed to never feel awkward in his life, there was always that point in time when meeting someone new that you're never quite sure what to say. And at the same time, Vin realized that if he hadn't ventured into the art room yesterday to steal supplies, he might not have caught Brendan's dancing. Had he not danced on the table with his teacher, they wouldn't have ended up in New York, and they most certainly would have missed out on an amazing time. It was just funny how things worked out that way.

And also Vincent now realized that he hadn't gone back to Sammy's room and that the pyro had probably blown up his cell phone when his friend didn't return. He was somewhat thankful that he'd left his phone in Brendan's car with his shirt.

Nudging his nose against Brendan's cheek, he smirked. "Fuck Hammel hist'ry, that shit's world hist'ry." It was hard enough for him to do his homework as it was, but saying he'd take on extra? I think he just started the ball rolling for the apocalypse.

As Brendan's arms encircled his waist, he lifted his own over Bren's shoulders, folding them behind his neck. He felt comfortable in Brendan's arms and he enjoyed the press of Brendan's skin against his, the soothing motion of his thumbs stroking against his back, but most of all he just felt... happy. And Vincent was no stranger to happiness, but this time it was different. It was all-consuming and he felt light, like he might just start floating away. It was an unusual feeling, but definitely not unpleasant.

He smiled against Brendan's lips when he mentioned the long walk back to the car. "Good." And he had every intention of taking his sweet time, from the way he languidly kissed Brendan, much different than the frenzied, desperate kisses of the night before, to the slow and deliberate movements of his hands tracing the column of Brendan's neck. He wanted to make this last and it thrilled him right to the very core that he could tell Bren wanted that too.

When he finally drew back, sucking a little on Brendan's lower lip, there was a self-satisfied smile on his face. He slid his palms down Brendan's arms, feeling the muscles beneath the skin, and took one step back. While his teacher's arms slipped from around his waist, Vin caught both of his hands, intertwining their fingers and playing idly with his piercings, already missing the touch of Brendan's lips against his own. "Then... le'ss go really, really, really slow."

... I don't think Vincent's ever said that in his entire life.

[Brendan James]

That made Bren smirk. A dirty criminal, huh? Well… that just made him all sorts of happy and pleased. Leaning closer to speak quietly to him, Bren’s smirk became more impish. “Well there is a reason why people call me Satan in a Sunday hat.” And after raising his eyebrows at Vin, he chuckled quietly. No, nobody had ever called him that. But you have to admit, it fit pretty damn well. Something that was dangerous and evil wrapped in a beautiful package. I suppose his intentions were generally evil… But sometimes they certainly seemed that way.

As much as Bren was enjoying this, and he really truly was!!!, but he also loved that awkward getting to know people part. Not that it was ever awkward for him. But it was easy to tell if the other person was and he loved it when they were. Because then he knew when he was just being himself, he’d put them so very at ease. And what was better than that? Knowing you had that effect on people? Knowing that they were so intrigued by you that they completely forgot how they were ‘supposed’ to feel? God it was like a fucking high for him! But then again, he liked constant attention. It was like having a spotlight on him to perform under.

Despite that though, he was enjoying having somebody so entirely like him. More than enjoying actually. It was a different experience than what he’d had with Sarah back in college. Or even the night with Quinn earlier in the week. Both girls were… Very similar to him. Incredibly so. But Vin… To say Vin was like him wasn’t enough to fit the description. He and Vin were almost exactly the same person. One would do something ridiculous or crazy, only to do one-upped by the other, then to by one-upped by the first. And it was a vicious cycle. One that he hoped wouldn’t be ending any time soon.

Laughing, Brendan nodded with a cocky smirk on his face. “Yeah well if anybody can do it, you better fucking believe it’s me. Ya’ see… I’m one badass motherfucker. So I’ll get it done. Just you watch.” He chuckled quietly as his fingers trickled along the boy’s chest and flat stomach.

This wasn’t normal. Not at all. Especially not for Bren. He’d never felt this comfortable or… this… fond of somebody before. And you better believe he’d never before been this fond of one of his students. That never fucking happened. And the fact that Vin was somehow changing all that so quickly. Well to this was whirlwind was pretty much spot on. He’d gone from never having any contact with a single student outside of school to having slept with one and starting something a little more in a matter of less than twenty-four hours. Not that he was complaining. He wasn’t at all. Actually, he was wondering if perhaps it was New York that did this to him. It’d only ever been in this place that things like this happened. So it’s entirely possible that New York somehow intoxicated him with… something. And once again, he wasn’t complaining.

Hoooooly fuck. He’d never felt shivers like that. Shivers that ran all the way from his toes and the top of his head. And all because this kid sucked on his lip. Girls had done that before. And he’d felt shivers. But those ran up and down his spine. Not his entire body. And when their lips parted, because Vin the Bastard stepped back, Bren leaned forward slightly, his lips unwilling to let their connection to be over. But when he couldn’t lean forward without risky falling, he corrected his posture, chuckling. Quietly. Perhaps almost embarrassed. Perhaps. Don’t ask him though. He’ll deny it to his grave and never talk to you again.

With their fingers locked together, Brendan was… satisfied. He’d prefer to be much closer to him. But figured they still needed a little time to adjust to all that was developing between them. But with his hands so close to Vin’s lips… Well nobody could really blame him for his thumb stroking along the boy’s bottom lip, between his two piercings. “Slow to me sounds perfect.” He said with a large grin on his face.

And he did mean slow. Very incredibly slow. And after only standing there a minute did Brendan make any move to lead Vin in the direction of his car.