Laying on Vegas chest was so therapeutic, Listening to his heart beat and feeling his lungs deflate with every breath. Being showered in soft kisses was heaven and knowing Vegas was near soothed home in an odd way. Not only did the others lips taste and feel so sweet against his own it reassured him that he wasn't alone. He was safe now. Vegas was his escape. His love... His happiness. They'd been together long enough now he could imagine life without him, and he didn't want to. Not only did Vegas protect and care for him- he worshipped him. Pete knew just how much the other adored him, anyone could. It was right there in his eyes, that shimmer of love and excitement you'd only ever feel for one person in your lifetime.
Vegas wasn't the type to be shy about it either. He took every opportunity he could to praise Pete, to show him he cared. He'd been doing it all day already, more than the usual sprinkled compliments or over-the-shoulder remarks. "Thank you so much for today... I had a lot of fun" Pete smiled, looking up at Vegas whose hand was busy playing with his hair. "Anything for you, princess." He smiled back, continuing to stroke the boys hair j he laid on his chest. Pete was glowing with a refreshed happiness so radiant even a blind man could see it, but Vegas still felt guilty. He felt guilty for having promised him the world and not being able to deliver right away. He'd promised to make Pete happy- to spoil him and reassure him of his worth. But he had been too selfish wading in his own pleasure to notice just how bad the situation had gotten. They were back at square one. But maybe that was a good thing? Maybe if he put all his efforts into cherishing Pete, maybe then he could be sure they'd last forever. "From now on, Pete... If you want anything, need anything. Anything at all. Tell me. I'll give you the world if it makes you happy."
Pete thought for a moment. What did he want right now? He was so happy, all he wanted to do was lay in Vegas' arms like this forever. "I want to stay like this with you. No matter what happens... Can you promise me you'll stay?" Vegas could see the shimmer of fear in that pleading look, Pete's big puppy eyes forcing him to his knees. "I promise" he nodded, being hesitant to place a tender kiss on his lips. It lasted longer than usual, and despite this, Vegas didn't make a move. Both of them were far too exhausted after today to trouble themselves with any more strenuous activity. Even so, neither of them wanted it to end. Pete could kiss Vegas forever and never get bored of it. It wasn't until his lips were swollen that they finally stopped, resuming their cuddling and enjoying the silence. For the first time since Pete had met the real Vegas, there was a moment of quiet he could take a moment in to process everything that had happened so far. It was odd to look back and see how things had started put between them. From being Vegas' prisoner and personal play thing to being his lover, sharing the same bed and being spoiled the way Vegas had initially intended to do. Any past lover, be it a boyfriend or one night stand, not a single one could make Pete feel whatever it was Vegas made him feel. There wasn't a second of the day Pete wasn't smiling anymore, and it felt so good. It felt so good to be genuinely happy, and Vegas felt it too. All the trauma and the fear and the doubt or regret he had been through in his life... It all disappeared when he was with Pete. If he could, he'd spend the rest of his life laying like this, and holding him close. Nothing else mattered anymore. Not his Pa, not his mother, not Korn or Kinn or anybody. Nobody but Pete.
It tore Vegas up inside thinking about how awfully he'd treated Pete. He'd made him cry, he made him leave, and he had used him like an object. He'd done all these terrible things and he would have done worse at the snap of his father's fingers. He would have killed him hadn't he been in a good mood that day. He could have gone the rest of his life never knowing what real happiness was and likely met his fate the same way his mother did when he was a child. The image of it still haunted him to this day. Seeing the blood on the floor... Her pale, limp body laying on the cold wood floors. His entire life Vegas had gone thinking her suicide had been his fault, the image burned into his mind seeing the lines of red drawn onto her flesh. To this day he had beared that pain all alone. Not even Macau knew how she really does, thinking it had been a car accident as he'd been asleep at the time. No one but he and his pa knew. He'd beared that pain so his brother didn't have to, so people wouldn't pity him. So that he could grow to be better than Kinn one day without being belittled for his hardships. He was just a kid then... He was just a kid when all this started, and he was convinced that's someone like him would never escape the pain. But now it was all different. Now it had all changed. All he hoped now, was that things would stay like this long enough to make up for all the bad.
"I'm so happy" Pete spoke up again, this time his eyes closed, just about ready to drift off into sleep but he didn't need to open his eyes to know that Vegas was smiling too. "I'm happy too, princess." Vegas hummed in response, stroking his fingers through the boys hair again as to lull him into sleep. His world, his heart, his universe, it all belonged to Pete. Nobody had power over him quite like that boy did, and nobody ever would. No matter how many times he'd say it, it never failed to be true. Pete was his angel, his heaven on earth. His one and only for the rest of time. "I love you"
"I love you too"