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“Fuck, this barely even fits…” Tony mumbled, tugging on his black waistcoat.
“It does fit! It’s meant to be tight like that.” Jaime said, his voice reassuring. He was sitting on Tony’s bed, staring him down in the mirror as he fixed himself up. Jaime wasn’t dressed quite as formally as Tony. Prom wasn’t really for him, but he was going for moral support. And Tony didn’t think prom was for him either, until his crush asked him to go. How was he meant to say no to that?
“You look great, dude, I promise.” Jaime said, getting up, “Time for the tie, don’t you think?”
Tony made an exasperated noise of protest, but Jaime held up a finger to silence him, “No complaining – you need to look smart!”
Tony let out a sigh, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. He was nervous, really nervous, but he had to swallow it down. There was no way he could back out now.
“I hate dressing so formally. Can’t I just go in jeans and a t-shirt?” He asked as Jaime hooked the tie around his neck.
Jaime started doing it up – he knew Tony didn’t know how to – and he let out a chuckle at his pouty complaints.
“Do you think Vic would be happy if you showed up like that?” He asked, and he waited for a response, Tony looking away in defeat.
“I guess not…” he grumbled.
“Exactly, so c’mon. You look good!” Jaime patted the tie as he finished, moving to pat a misplaced piece of hair down on Tony’s head.
“I’m super nervous,” Tony confessed, and of course Jaime knew, his darting eyes and shaking hands giving him away.
“Don’t be,” he said softly, “You’ll do great. You’re a catch!” he said, and he felt his heart warming up as he saw Tony smiling timidly.
“Thanks dude, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he sighed, and Jaime brought him into one of his big bear hugs he knew Tony hated, but right now he didn’t seem to mind. He just wrapped his arms around him, his heart-rate slowing just a tad at the comforting familiarity of his best friend’s scent.
“Okay,” Jaime said, pulling back, “Let’s get out there and kill it, okay? Don’t leave him waiting around for you now!”
Tony nodded, a newfound determination driving him forward. He had planned to wear a blazer, but he felt wholly ridiculous in it, so he opted for a hoodie instead.
Jaime followed Tony out of his room before stopping in his tracks, turning and dashing back into the room. Tony wondered what he was doing until he returned with a little box: a gift.
“This for me?” Tony asked incredulously as he handed it over.
“Of course!” Jaime said, his face all smiles, “Couldn’t leave you hanging on your big night, could I?”
Tony couldn’t help but grin as he ripped open the wrapping paper, his face lighting up as the gift slowly revealed itself. When it was free of the paper, he let out a breathy laugh, “Really, dude? A corsage? Aren’t these for girls?”
Jaime rolled his eyes, but after thinking for a second, he realised he may be right, “Actually… maybe. But that doesn’t matter; he’ll appreciate it! I promise.”
“Well, it is pretty.” Tony said, rubbing his thumb over the box. The flowers were dainty and delicate, set against an elegant band.
“I just got white ‘cuz… I wasn’t sure what colour he’d be wearing or anything.”
“It’s perfect,” Tony said quickly, shooting Jaime a smile, “Thanks dude, you’re really sweet.”
Jaime gave a bashful wave, “Aw shucks, don’t even,” he said, and he never failed to make Tony laugh, even when his nerves were at an all-time high.
Suddenly, they heard a scream behind them, and they both startled before Tony turned and realised it was his mom, who was making her way towards him excitedly.
“Look at you, my handsome boy!” she said, her hands moving to fix his hair, his clothes, his face.
“Mom, stop…” Tony said, batting her hands away lightly.
She chuckled, looking him over, “You look so grown up,” she said quietly, unable to hide her pride. She gave him a kiss on the forehead, something that made Tony blush with embarrassment as Jaime laughed at him.
“And you look wonderful too, young man,” she said to Jaime, and he tipped his imaginary hat.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, and Tony grabbed him by the arm.
“Okay, okay,” Tony said, “We have to get going, alright?”
His mom nodded in understanding, “But… let me get a picture first!” she said, and Tony couldn’t imagine anything worse. He quickly skittered past her, making up some excuse about being late, but Jaime, as evil as he is, spoke up and ruined his little act.
“We’re not late…. they agreed 7:30,” Jaime said, checking his watch, “It’s only 7 O’clock now,” and a mischievous grin was plastered on his face as he leant against the wall.
Tony let out a groan, shooting him daggers as his mom excitedly went to fetch her camera. She had to whip out the good camera for this one, the one filled to the brim with baby pictures and family milestones.
Tony stood awkwardly beside Jaime in front of the camera, his mom having positioned them in front of all the decorations and balloons she’d put up for his special day.
“Smile!” His mom said, and Tony couldn’t deny her joy was infectious. He smiled brightly through his nerves and embarrassment, Jaime doing the same, and she snapped the photo, the flash blinding them for a moment before their eyes adjusted again. Jaime turned to give Tony a wink, and Tony made a mental note to get him back later for this.
His mom looked over the photo, and she couldn’t help the emotions that bubbled up, frowning at them, “Oh, you boys look so lovely… have a good time, okay?” she said, and Tony could swear tears were welling in her eyes. He swallowed his pride and went over to give her a big hug, “We will,” he said, and the sight was making Jaime’s heart hurt.
They pulled away, and she wiped away a tear, “Sorry, sorry,” she said, waving them on, “Go on, I won’t hold you back anymore,” she said, and they both gave her a big smile before getting ready to leave.
Tony clutched the cortage tightly in his hands as he went to get into Jaime’s car, but Jaime waved his finger exaggeratedly, “Nuh-uh. You’re driving tonight.”
“What, why?” Tony groaned, and Jaime shook his head at him.
“Do you wanna seem lame? You told Vic you’d be picking him up, not me.”
Tony held back a sigh, moving to his car instead, “Fine, whatever,” he said, and they were quick to take off, Tony hiding the little gift in his pocket.
“Don’t be weird tonight, okay?” Tony asked eventually, a pleading note to his voice, “And don’t hang around… I wanna be alone with him.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jaime said knowingly, a stupid smirk on his lips, and Tony took a hand off the wheel to punch him in the arm as he spoke.
“Shut up, idiot, you know what I meant.”
Jaime rubbed at his arm, pouting in indignation, “Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he mumbled, “But I mean, that is your plan, isn’t it?”
Tony pursed his lips, the thought only managing to increase his anxiety, “Well, yeah, maybe… if that’s what he wants,” he said quietly, “I just don’t wanna mess anything up.”
Jaime hummed in understanding, “You won’t,” he said firmly, “Just… go slow, let it happen naturally. You’ll know if it’s right.”
Tony nodded, letting out a shaky breath.
“Also, I slipped condoms in your wallet,” Jaime added, to which Tony let out a surprised noise, eyes wide.
“You did what!?”
“Oh, c’mon, I’m looking out for you!”
“I don’t think… we’ll go that far!” Tony said, “I mean, we have to work up to it or something…” he was flustered now, a bundle of nerves.
Jaime held his hands up, “Whatever you say; no harm in being cautious,” he said with a shrug.
Tony shook his head, letting out a small laugh, “Well… thanks, I guess,” he managed, and he hated that just the thought was making his cheeks turn pink.
“Which one of you would be the bottom, anyway?” Jaime asked, and Tony’s mouth dropped open.
“Jaime!” He warned, but he just laughed.
“What? I’m just curious…”
“I am not talking about this anymore – I have to freaking look him in the eyes in like 5 minutes!”
Jaime resigned his teasing, leaning back in the seat and looking out the window. The world really did look pretty under these streetlights.
It didn’t take long for them to arrive, Tony checking the address a couple times out of paranoia.
“No, this is definitely it,” he said, and Jaime sighed.
“Yes, I know it is, you’re just being paranoid.”
“I’m just nervous!” Tony defended, taking a few deep breaths before getting out, leaving Jaime to resign to the backseat. All he had to do was knock… say hello, give him the gift. He could do this. As long as he didn’t fumble over all his words.
Tony moved up to the door, glancing back at Jaime who gave him a big thumbs up and a grin. He could do this, he could.
He lifted a shaky hand, holding it up to the door and hesitating for a second before he knocked. Three quick knocks that part of him was begging wouldn’t actually be heard so he could have longer to compose himself.
But that hope was quickly crushed as the door swung open, Vic’s mom answering instead. He’d known Vic for a while now, but he’d never met his parents.
“Oh, you must be Victor’s date!” she said with a little smile, and Tony nodded, his voice strained as he spoke.
“Yes, um, nice to meet you, ma’am!” he said, holding his hand out for a handshake and hoping it wasn’t too noticeable that he was trembling like a dog.
Vic’s mom looked at his hand before instead bringing him into a hug, an unexpected action that had Tony freezing up before he returned the gesture. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate it, that it didn’t calm him down just a little.
Jaime watched as the door closed behind them, and he crossed his fingers over as a wish of good luck. Admittedly, he was a little anxious for his friend – he knew how Tony could be – but he still had faith, knowing just how charming he was when he really tried.
Back inside, Vic’s mom led Tony in, and he stood at the bottom of the stairs as she yelled up to announce Tony’s presence, before disappearing from view.
Tony quickly smoothed his hair down, suddenly self-conscious as he waited for Vic to come down. The anticipation was killing him, having him chewing nervously on his lip before, finally, Vic showed himself.
Tony felt the breath being knocked out of him, his mouth falling open as he looked him over. His eyes took in every detail, his cute little bow-tie, the coy smile on his face. He looked so much better than he could ever imagine in a suit like that.
Clearing his throat, Tony managed to compose himself just enough to greet him properly, “You look… amazing,” he said, his voice betraying his nervous excitement.
Vic finally made his way down the stairs, and Tony took a step closer to him, his hands itching to reach out and touch him. But he stopped himself, wasn’t sure he even had enough nerve to in the first place.
“Thanks,” Vic said quietly, his eyes on the ground, “You look really good, too.”
In a last-minute attempt to look more in control, Tony adjusted his tie and said with attempted casualty, “I… brought you a gift,” taking the box out of his pocket and extending it toward him.
Vic’s eyes lit up as he took it carefully, his fingers brushing against Tony’s. Tony was nervous for a second, hoping he wouldn’t think it was some lame gift for girls, but the smile that spread across his face calmed his nerves. It touched him that Tony had thought to bring him a gift.
“Thank you, Tony,” Vic said, his name sounding so perfect on his voice, “I love it.”
“Here, let me put it on for you…” Tony said, fumbling with the lid of the box, trying to get it open. Vic chuckled lightly, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at Tony’s eagerness. He held out his wrist obligingly, and Tony’s delicate fingers took it from the box.
Tony slipped it on for him, the feeling of their skin making contact sending gentle shivers up his arms. The moment was only interrupted by Vic’s mom, who popped her head around the corner, camera in hand.
“Picture time!” she said excitedly, and a flicker of embarrassment passed over his features, but he quickly masked it with a smile.
Vic gave an apologetic look, but Tony had a feeling this was coming, so he didn’t mind all that much.
They allowed themselves to be herded into position for the picture, his mom insisting they stand against the ‘good wall’ which, to Tony, was seemingly identical to any other wall in their house.
Standing next to Vic, he struggled to keep himself calm. This was the first official picture of the two of them together, and it’d be forever immortalised if this was to work out. And God, he really hoped it’d work out.
Vic noticed Tony’s hesitance, his shoulder just shy of touching his own. Taking a deep breath, he decided to take the first step. He shifted subtly, closing the small gap between them, his shoulder now pressed against Tony’s in what he hoped was a small gesture of reassurance.
Vic let his hand brush against Tony's, and it was making his heart race, but his skin felt so warm and soft against his own that it didn’t seem to matter. In a moment of sudden bravery, he swooped his hand in, wrapping it tightly around Tony's.
He glanced at Vic, a small smile playing on his lips. The touch sent a sense of relief washing over him and as he looked down at their hands, he squeezed Vic's gently, assuring him that it was okay. More than okay, actually.
“Say cheese!” Vic’s mom said, holding up the camera.
Tony almost found himself unable to take his eyes from Vic, but he managed to turn to face the camera, and he joined in on the cheesy grins and fake cheerfulness, just like he had a thousand times before in school photos.
"Cheese!" he said, his embarrassment slowly melting away being close to Vic like this.
As she took the photo, the flash rang out a few times, and Tony wondered why all parents never seemed to know how to turn it off. Tony blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes, and it took a second for his sight to return, but when it did, he found himself looking right at Vic again. The brief moment of darkness had somehow just made him seem more captivating.
“How do we look?” Vic asked, and his mom turned the camera to show them. Tony almost didn’t want to look, but his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself leaning in to examine. On the small screen, he could see the photo was as perfectly awkward as any prom picture should be. He laughed gently, the image of himself and Vic side-by-side, their hands linked together, his cheeks a shade or two pinker than usual.
He looked over at Vic, raising an eyebrow, “I'd say we definitely look cute,” he said, and he could slowly feel his confidence returning to him, no longer drowned out by his tension.
Tony smiled gently at Vic's bashful smile, “Yeah, me too,” Vic agreed, "We… we look good together."
Tony felt his heart flutter at his words, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he meant it in the way he hoped. Their hands, still wrapped together, were getting a little sweaty now, but neither of them cared. Tony just squeezed his a little tighter before Vic’s mom spoke up again.
“Oh, Tony, you haven't even seen the decorations!” she said eagerly, “Come on, come into the living room..”
She led them in, ignoring Vic's obvious protests and Tony’s eyes widened as he quickly took in the... very extravagant decorations she’d put up. Colourful balloons, banners, an oversized heart bearing their names together… and he thought his mom had done too much.
He glanced at Vic, and there was no mistaking Vic's embarrassment, but Tony couldn't help but feel a little touched. Clearly, Vic's mom was invested in their night.
“Oh, wow…” Tony said, unable to hide the surprise on his voice. He plastered a smile on his face, trying to match the enthusiastic energy of Vic's mom. He looked at the decorations again, really taking them in. Despite the slight tackiness, he found it kind of sweet. It was nice to know she was so supportive.
“It's... very nice,” he answered, his voice polite. He quickly added, “Thank you for going through all this trouble.”
“Oh, it's no trouble!” she said with a dismissive wave, "Anything for my boy and his cute little date!" She said, pinching Vic's cheek. Vic whined, embarrassment written all over his face, but it was kind of adorable to see Vic getting a little pampered.
Vic spoke quickly, eager to curve this embarrassment, “Okay, mom! We have to go!” He went to scramble away, and Tony shot his mom one last smile before he followed him.
“Nice to meet you again, um, I’ll take good care of him!” he said, and Vic’s mom walked them to the door, waved them off.
“Have fun!” She yelled, watching them get into Tony’s car.
“She’s… intense, huh?” Tony asked as soon as they were out of earshot.
Vic nodded, his face apologetic, “Yeah… she’s a lot. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, it was cute,” Tony said softly, and suddenly Jaime piped up.
He was so quiet he almost forgot he was there. Something he didn’t imagine Jaime could even do. Jaime sighed, “Aren’t you going to introduce me!” he said, but his voice was light-hearted.
Tony laughed, gesturing to the backseat, “Yeah, that’s Jaime. I told you about him,” he said, and Vic gave him a little smile and a wave from the passenger’s seat.
“Good to meet you, I’m Vic,” he said, and Jaime shot him a charming grin. Tony never told him his date was so cute.
“Ditto, and don’t worry… I know your name,” he said, and Tony knew that tone of voice anywhere. He turned to shoot him a glare, and Jaime held his hands up in surrender. He certainly wasn’t going to ruin this night for him, even if he could appreciate Vic’s beauty.
Tony relaxed a bit; he trusted him, he really did. Jaime could sometimes just be... well, a lot to handle. He was just glad that he didn't seem like he was going to say anything embarrassing at the moment. He gave Vic a quick glance, checking that he hadn't noticed the exchange, but he was looking out the window, blissfully unaware.
Tony watched as Jaime leaned forward a little, “So, Vic, you having a good night so far?”
Tony was relieved that Jaime was making an effort to be nice, and not... well, acting like himself.
A warm smile spread across his face as he turned to look at Jaime, “Yeah, definitely. It’s... actually been really great. And a little overwhelming,” he added, a small chuckle escaping his lips. It made Tony’s stomach flutter to know he was enjoying this as much as he was, that he was just as nervous and overwhelmed as him.
"Well, that's good to hear,” Jaime replied, “Tony over here has been killing himself with nerves all night,” Jaime said, a playful note on his voice. Tony let out a small huff, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. He should've known Jaime couldn't play nice for too long. He shot a quick glare over at him, his cheeks a little redder than usual.
“Hey, man, shut up,” he protested, trying to look casual, but Vic just gave him a little grin.
“Me too,” he said, and Tony met his eye for a second.
“Really?” he asked quietly, and Vic nodded gently.
Jaime noticed the endearing little exchange, a proud smile on his face for bringing it out of them. Sure, he was being a little evil, but what’s honesty if it’s not a little embarrassing?
“Yeah, it’s kind of a big night,” Vic said, his voice gentle.
An understanding silence fell in the car for a few moments, the only sound the hum of the engine and the quiet of the night outside. Tony’s eyes kept drifting to Vic, noticing the way the streetlights lit up his face in flashes.
Eventually, Jaime broke the silence, his voice interrupting Tony’s admiration.
“Hey, Tony,” he spoke up, a hint of mischief in his voice, “You're taking the scenic route, aren't you? The school's only like ten minutes away.”
Tony choked a little, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, “What? No…” Tony could practically feel his smirk, even without turning around.
“Come on, man, I’ve seen all these roads before,” he continued, feigning innocence. “You’re definitely going the long way.”
Tony gritted his teeth, keeping his eyes firmly on the road ahead. He hated being called out like this, especially in front of Vic. But he couldn't really deny it either, he had been taking a slightly longer route.
“I'm just... taking my time,” Tony muttered, his eyes flickering to Vic and noticing him giggling softly. As his gentle laughter filled the car, it lightened the tension he felt.
“Yeah, taking your time,” Jaime echoed with a sly grin, thoroughly enjoying himself. Though he was having fun, Jaime decided to relent, behaving until they reached the school.
Tony let out a sigh of relief as they finally pulled up, moving into an empty parking spot. Jaime had mercifully stopped his teasing, but Tony knew it wasn't over yet. He could feel another jab coming.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face Jaime in the back seat. He was staring at him with that look, and he just knew he had something smart to say. With a resigned look on his face, Tony asked, “Alright, what is it this time?”
Jaime laughed, held a hand to his chest in offence, “I didn’t even say anything?”
“But I know you want to,” Tony said, and he watched as Jaime’s face spread into a grin. Despite his annoyance at his antics, he couldn’t help but feel amused, especially when Vic was watching them so eagerly.
Jaime was trying to play nice, but he couldn't pass up a challenge, especially when Tony seemed just so eager for him to say something.
“I was just wondering if you still had those condoms you put in your wallet?” he said, and Tony felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he just said that.
He shot a quick glance at Vic, who was now looking at him with curiosity in his eyes. Tony could only imagine what was going through his mind right now.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said quickly.
Jaime, however, was enjoying himself way too much. He couldn't help but press further, his voice dripping with mischief, “Oh please, don't play dumb,” he said, “We both know you're never without them.”
And there it was. He managed to make him look even worse. Tony felt his face getting impossible redder, and he choked on his words for a few seconds, trying to find something that could get him out of this. Jaime, however, felt a little bad, so he decided to put him out of his misery.
“I’m just kidding, man, relax!” he said, patting Tony’s shoulder, “See you inside, alright?” And with that, Jaime got out, leaving Tony and Vic to brew in the silence.
Tony sat there for a moment, his heart still racing from. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before he risked a glance over at Vic, wondering what he was thinking.
Vic looked down at his lap, and for a painful second, Tony thought he was rethinking this, that Jaime had seriously managed to mess this up for them. Until, finally, a grin slowly spread on his face until he burst into laughter. The sound made Tony’s heart start to settle and he let out a small sigh of relief, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Oh, sure, laugh it up,” Tony retorted, trying to sound annoyed but failing through his little amused smile.
“He’s funny,” Vic said quietly, his grin never dying.
Tony shook his head, “He’s a pain in the ass, that's what he is.”
“He’s just trying to embarrass you,” Vic reassured, “That's what friends are for, right?”
They shared a meaningful glance, Vic’s face morphing into something softer and more serious. His eyes found their way to Tony’s lips, those lips he’d been wanting to kiss ever since they met, but he certainly didn’t have the gall for that yet.
He just looked up at him with big eyes, “Wanna go in?” he asked softly, “I’m kinda nervous, to be honest. Lots of people, dancing... and, well, us both being guys…”
Tony's gaze softened, fighting a little frown at Vic’s words. Reaching over, he gave Vic's hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Hey, don't worry about it,” he said, his voice gentle, “I promise you; we're not doing anything wrong by being here together. And I won't let anyone give us a hard time.” He kept his voice firm and reassuring, but honestly, he was just as scared about it. At least Vic was out to everyone – Tony wasn’t.
Vic nodded, his thumb brushing over the back of Tony's hand, “Alright...” he breathed, “We've got this, right?”
“Yeah,” he replied, keeping his voice steady and calm with effort. He gave Vic's hand another gentle squeeze. “We've got this. Together.”
And with those words, Tony unbuckled his seat belt and opened the driver's side door.
“Come on,” he said, offering Vic a reassuring smile, “Let's go inside and have the night of our lives.”
Vic nodded, newfound excitement and hope on his voice, “Yeah, let's do it.”
Vic's renewed enthusiasm sent a wave of exhilaration through Tony, and he got out of the car and made his way around to the passenger door, opening it up for him.
“After you, my date,” he said, holding his hand out to help him up. He certainly wasn’t always one for chivalry, but if anyone deserved it, it was Vic.
Vic took his hand, getting out of the car. Tony took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist, holding him close as he shut the door.
“You ready?” Tony said, looking down at him. The feeling of their bodies pressed together was sending sparks of electricity through his body, and he had to make a conscious effort to keep his breathing steady.
Vic nodded up at him, and Tony kept his hand on the small of Vic’s back as they made their way towards the entrance to the school gym. The sounds of music and chatter grew louder, and though Tony tried to keep up appearances, his pulse was pounding in his head.
This was it. Everyone was going to know. But like he had promised, Tony wasn't going to let anything ruin their night.
As they crossed the threshold into the gym, the music grew louder and the lights turned the room into a kaleidoscope of colour. Students were everywhere, dancing, chatting, laughing. Despite the joyous atmosphere, Tony couldn’t help but recoil. He had never been a fan of dances, much less one’s half-full of people who bully him, but having Vic by his side made it bearable.
“Let’s... go get a drink?” Vic asked, noticing Tony's reservations. He noticed how Tony kept his eyes low, clearly not wanting to take in the reactions people were having to them.
Tony was all too eager to nod, but he hated that he was so transparent. The looks from other students were already bothering him, and he tried not to show it. But clearly, he was failing.
“Yeah, good idea,” he said, keeping his arm around Vic's waist. The physical contact was just enough to keep him grounded, giving him the comfort he needed to begin walking to the punch table.
Once there, Tony decided to be a gentleman, grabbing the solo cups and trying to fill them up for the both of them. He could feel his fingers shaking slightly, the eyes of a few other students flicking over to him and Vic. Some looked surprised, others whispering to each other. He hated the attention, and he could only imagine what they were saying. It was making him panic. He gritted his teeth, trying to mask his nerves as he struggled with the ladle, his grip slipping due to his sweaty palms.
Vic, noticing his struggle, took the ladle from his hands.
“Here, let me,” he said gently, placing a hand on Tony’s arm. Tony felt the breath escaping his lungs as he resigned to shoving his hands in his pockets. Vic filled up the cups, making it look terribly easy and making Tony’s ears burn with embarrassment. He handed one to Tony, but he didn’t let go of it quite yet, locking eyes with him.
“Don’t let them get to you,” he whispered, his eyes caring, “Just focus on me, they don’t matter.”
Tony nodded gently. He took in deep breaths, trying to will his heart to settle down. With Vic's words in mind, he turned his full attention to him, drowning out the world around them.
“Yeah... you’re right,” he said, “They don't matter. It’s just you and me, right?”
“Exactly,” Vic said, and his eyes sparkled under the lights in a way that made Tony’s heart swell. Vic took the other cup, his other hand grabbing Tony’s.
“C’mon, let’s dance,” Vic said, leading him out into the open. Another chill ran over Tony, knowing so many more eyes would be on them now, but he just kept Vic’s words playing over in his head, doing his best to focus on him.
“Uh… I’m not exactly the dancing type, you know,” he said to Vic, but he just chuckled.
“Well, I’ll teach you, c’mon…” and they stopped near the middle of the dance floor. Vic started doing a little two-step and it made Tony laugh, the ridiculousness of the situation and Vic's carefree attitude lightening the mood. He followed him carefully, trying to match his movements but feeling a little stupid.
“This doesn't feel like dancing, more like... stepping around each other,” he said, laughing a little.
“Well, we’re just warming up,” Vic said playfully, “Wouldn’t wanna make you feel too inferior…”
“Oh, please,” Tony laughed, “I am perfectly content with my lack of dancing skills,” he said as they locked hands. It made the whole thing feel so much more normal, like they weren't the talk of the night at all.
Vic moved a little more freely now, guiding Tony as they locked hands. Vic quickly spun around under Tony’s arm, and Tony found it terribly cute until he was forced to do the same. He was much clumsier and more uncoordinated than Vic, and he could swear he almost stepped on Vic’s foot a few times, but he couldn’t deny he was having fun while doing it.
But despite how ridiculous he must have looked; he couldn't help but smile. Being so close to Vic, feeling their bodies move together, it filled him with such a sense of joy that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Tony decided to take the lead for a moment, pulling Vic closer and placing a hand on the small of his back, drawing him in just a little bit more. He didn't care if everyone was watching them. In that moment, the rest of the world didn't exist. All that existed in his mind was Vic, their bodies close, their breath mingling, their hearts beating in sync.
Tony took in the sight of him under the lights. He looked gorgeous.
“You look great, by the way,” Tony said, his voice quiet. His eyes were running up and down Vic's form as if appraising a work of art. He couldn't help it, and the way that shirt hugged his slender frame was making it hard to keep his hands to himself.
Vic couldn’t stop the blush that crawled onto his face, smiling shyly. The way Tony's eyes roamed over him made him feel bashful.
“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft and a little shaky. He wanted to look away, to avoid the intensity of Tony’s gaze, but he found that he just couldn't tear his eyes away. There was something about the way Tony looked at him that made him feel seen and desired in a way he’d never felt before.
His eyes dropped to his lips once again, and he just wanted to lean in and do it, but he knew how nervous Tony was about being seen like this and he wouldn’t put him through it.
Tony held his breath as he noticed where his gaze landed, and the urge to just lean in right then and there and connect their lips was hard to resist, but he knew how much risk they were already taking by just being here together. So, he kept himself still, focusing instead on the way Vic's eyes looked in the changing lights of the dance floor.
Vic looked away before he eyed someone sitting in the bleachers, “Hey, isn’t that your friend?” he asked, pointing. Tony’s eyes followed his point to see Jaime there, swigging out of a cup and scanning the place with his eyes.
“Yeah, that’s him,” Tony said. Seeing his face in the sea of strangers was definitely a welcome sight and he was just glad he didn’t abandon him. Jaime looked over, spotting them looking and doing a big exaggerated wave.
“Should we go over?” Vic asked, much to Tony’s surprise. As much as he liked Jaime’s company, he was enjoying having Vic all to himself.
“Do we have to?” he asked half-seriously.
“Can’t leave him all alone, right?” Vic said, and Tony’s heart almost melted at how genuinely kind he was.
“I mean, we could…” Tony said light-heartedly, and Vic nudged him.
“Be nice,” he said, and the way Vic was looking at him made him want to do whatever he said.
“Fine, fine,” he relented, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, “We can go talk to him.”
They made their way over, Jaime perking up as soon as they were close.
“So, how are my two little lovebirds?” he said, poking them. He was strangely giddy, a little happier and more giggly than usual, and Tony wondered what had gotten into him.
“We’re doing great, thanks,” he chuckled, “What’s got you so happy all of a sudden?”
Jaime shrugged, a suspicious gaze in his eye, he was cradling the cup of punch in his hands before he took a big gulp, “Have you tried the punch yet?”
Tony eyed him warily, “Not yet… why?”
“Come on, try it, it’s so good!” he said, and Vic and Tony exchanged glances before they raised their cups, taking a sip.
Jaime tipped the bottom of Tony’s cup with his fingers, making him drink more than he wanted, and he had to gulp it down so it didn’t spill everywhere.
“Hey, what’s the deal?” he complained, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Tony spluttered a little, feeling the liquid burn down his throat. He let out a little noise of disgust.
“Ew, what’s in here?” Vic piped up, taking another sip to see if he just imagined it.
Tony’s face screwed up in confusion, but when looked over at Jaime, he shot him a wink that made his heart drop.
“Don’t drink that!” he said quickly, taking it from Vic. Vic startled, the drink disappearing from his hands before he could protest.
“What, why?” Vic asked, and Tony let out an audible groan.
“Jaime,” he said, seething, “He fucking spiked the punch.”
Vic looked at him in surprise, and Jaime just held his hands up.
“Guilty,” he sang, “Now the night will be much more fun.”
“You’re an idiot, dude. You could get in so much trouble for that,” Tony said incredulously. He wouldn’t have put it past him to do such a thing, but now that he has, he was a little surprised about it.
Jaime waved a hand dismissively, “It’s fine, it’s not even that strong… just a few pints of vodka.”
“You’re an idiot,” Tony repeated, but he felt his cheeks beginning to flush from the alcohol. Vic took his drink back from Tony, drinking a few gulps as he watched on incredulously.
“Really?” he said with a chuckle, “You’re entertaining this?”
“Hey, it’s just a little fun,” Vic defended, and Jaime pointed to him.
“See? Your boyfriend gets it,” Jaime said, and the word made Vic’s face go red.
“He’s not my… I mean, he’s..” Tony started, unsure of what to call it. He wanted to call him his boyfriend, of course, but he just wasn’t sure he wanted that. The alcohol already making him feel a bit dizzy and he had to focus a little bit more than usual to form coherent sentences.
“It’s not just a little fun,” he protested weakly, trying to change the subject. “It’s a stupid idea. We could get in trouble, or someone could get hurt.” Tony never would’ve protested any of this, in fact he would’ve found it funny, if it wasn’t for Vic. He felt oddly protective over him; he didn’t want him getting drunk and doing something he’d regret.
“Lighten up, Tone, I’ve never known you to be so serious,” Jaime laughed, and suddenly Tony felt a bit like a wet blanket. Jaime was having fun, Vic was having fun, and here he was preaching about safety.
“Okay, fine, just...” he resigned, “Just, don't get too drunk,” he said to Vic, his voice soft and caring. He tried to ignore the way his head was starting to spin a little as he finished off what was in his solo cup, the alcohol making his thoughts fuzzy.
He looked over at Vic, his eyes a little unfocused. He looked so beautiful, flushed cheeks and slightly dishevelled hair from all the dancing, and all Tony wanted to do was pull him closer and just look at him without anyone else around. But he refrained, instead just quietly adding, “And stay close to me, okay?”
“Of course,” Vic said, “I’ll be responsible,” but that playful edge on his voice seemed dangerous. He let his hand drift towards Tony’s, his fingers barely skimming across the skin.
Even that small touch sent a jolt through him, and he craved more. The alcohol was starting to relax him a little, but it was also making him feel braver, more reckless. He wanted to throw caution to the wind and just give in to the moment, to pull Vic close and show everyone how much he wanted him.
Jaime, noticing the tension, decided to make a swift exit, one they barely even registered as they looked into each other’s eyes.
The music pumping through the speakers faded into the background, Vic’s focus now solely on the beautiful boy in front of him. He suddenly felt a sting of desire, an urgent need to be close to him, to hold him, to feel his breath on his skin. He grabbed his hand, caressing it gently.
Even if he was a little tipsy, Vic felt nervousness rising up in him as he asked, “What do you say we blow this off? I mean, we aren’t really prom people, are we?”
Tony’s heart skipped a beat. It was exactly what he wanted, a way to escape the noisy, chaotic atmosphere and be alone with Vic.
“Sounds perfect,” he said with a smile, the words coming out a little slurred, “We can… go back to my house. Just you and me.” His cheeks grew a little hotter as he realised how that sounded, but he didn’t really care. All he wanted was to get Vic alone somewhere he could touch him, kiss him, just have him all to himself. Even if just to talk.
“Okay,” Vic nodded, his lip between his teeth. Tony knew he didn’t even mean it like that, but the gesture made butterflies erupt in his stomach.
“Come on,” he said quietly, his voice soft with barely suppressed need. They made their way out, the chill of the night getting later making their breaths steam up in front of their face. The cold air against Tony’s skin helped to sober him up a little. He interlocked his fingers with Vic’s, and they strolled through the parking lot, not a person in sight, the sounds of the prom fading into the background with every step they took away from it.
“It’s nice out,” Vic said, his voice a little breathless. For a moment, they just walked in comfortable silence, until he added, “And it’s nice to just be alone with you.”
Vic smiled as they reached Tony's car, “I feel the same,” he said, and Tony opened his door for him to get in, his hand gently brushing along his back as he got in.
Tony joined him, the silence sliced by the engine roaring to life, and he cast a sideways glance at Vic. He couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful he looked in the dim light, the way his hair fell across his face, the way his eyes seemed to sparkle, even in the darkness.
“I really... had a lot of fun with you,” Tony said as he began to drive, “Even if we didn't stay long,” he added with a small laugh.
Vic chuckled softly, and while Tony’s eyes were on the road, his mind was elsewhere. The memory of their bodies pressed together on the dance floor, of Vic in his arms, still lingered in Tony’s mind, consuming his thoughts. He took a hand off of the wheel to hold Vic’s, savouring the feeling of his skin against his.
“Yeah, I had fun with you too,” Vic replied, the words coming out a little breathless.
“And I’m glad we left early,” he added, “It means I get to spend more time with you.”
They continued driving in comfortable silence, the hum of the car engine and the sound of their breaths the only thing filling the air. As they neared Tony's house, his excitement grew. The thought of being alone with Vic in his bedroom, the two of them having that house to themselves for the first time, made him feel a deep sense of anticipation.
As soon as he pulled into the driveway, Vic didn’t even wait for Tony to open his door for him. While it was sweet, he didn’t want to waste any time. He braced himself, going over a little script in his head if he happened to run into his parents.
Tony got out and met Vic at the front door, his eyes never leaving him.
He unlocked the door, pushing it open, “Go on in,” he said. He wanted to tell Vic that his parents were out for the night, but he didn’t want him to get the wrong idea… to think he was just here for him to use his body.
As Vic walked in, the silence of the house seemed to envelop him.
“Are we…?” he started.
“Alone?” Tony finished, and Vic nodded.
“Yeah, we’re alone,” Tony said, a small blush on his face.
“Oh…” Vic said, his stomach doing excited twirls, “Nice house…” he said a little shakily, but he really didn’t care about the house right now, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from Tony’s lips. He’d been wanting to all night, but he just had to know Tony wanted it too.
“Thanks,” Tony managed to say, his voice a little rougher than usual, “Let’s… go to my room.”
Vic nodded, and Tony took his hand as he led him up the stairs, the touch only serving to stoke the heat washing through him.
Tony quickly pushed into his room, and Vic watched as he shut the door behind them, could hear how his breathing was shaky, probably nervous and excited much like he was feeling himself.
“Nice… room,” Vic said, echoing his earlier sentiment. He felt stupid, but he really didn’t know what to say, just trying to break the tension that was slowly killing him in the best way possible.
Tony chuckled lightly, the sound tinged with nervous energy.
“Thanks,” he said, taking a step closer to Vic. He could almost feel the heat radiating off of him now, and his scent was making it hard to think straight. He was so close now, close enough to reach out and touch him, but he didn't. Not yet. And embarrassingly, the tension alone was enough to turn him on.
“Tony?” Vic started, “Do you… do you like me?” he asked cautiously, his eyes hopeful.
Tony felt like the weight of the question was killing him, and knowing he could still possibly doubt it made him hurt.
“Of course I like you,” he said, and he felt like a weight was lifted off his chest, “I… I more than like you.” Tony reached out to graze his fingers along Vic’s hand, the touch connecting them and making their skin tingle.
Vic couldn’t help but grin, letting out a small sigh of relief, “I like you too… a lot,” he said, and the honesty in his voice was slowly breaking down Tony’s defences, making his heart melt. Hearing those words was like music to his ears.
His heart was pounding in his chest, and he suddenly he found it harder to breathe. He wanted so badly to just give in to his desires and pull Vic closer, to feel his body against his, but he still held back.
He looked into Vic's eyes for a moment, taking in the sight of him. Those beautiful eyes, the curve of his lips, the way his fingers trembled just a little with nerves. The sight of him was almost too much to bear, and yet it wasn’t enough.
“Can I…” Tony started, pausing to chew on his lip, “It’s okay if you don’t want to… don’t feel pressured… but—“
“Kiss me,” Vic cut him off, and Tony barely registered it before he felt his heart lurch.
“Are you—" he started to say, but the words died in his throat. He couldn't deny what he wanted, not with the way he was looking at him.
“Yes,” he whispered, and that was all the permission he needed.
He leaned in in an instant, his hands resting on Vic’s waist. He could feel their body heat mingling, the rapid beating of his heart, the shakiness of his breath. And then their lips touched, and Tony felt his mind go blank, the feeling intoxicating him.
The kiss was gentle at first, tentative and exploring as they moved their lips against each other, but as soon as Vic pressed himself flush against Tony, he didn’t even have the willpower to control himself anymore. The kiss quickly grew deeper, more intense.
Tony pushed Vic against the wall, their bodies pressing together. Tony’s hands roamed over his body, his touch needy and urgent. He couldn’t seem to get close enough, couldn’t seem to taste him deeply enough.
Vic let out a shaky sigh against Tony’s lips, his hands finding their way into Tony’s hair, the strands soft and silky against his fingers. Tony pulled back just briefly, giving them enough room to breathe as he spoke.
“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly. Holding himself back from being rough, just taking what he wanted, was so hard… but he’d hate himself if he hurt Vic.
Vic looked up at him, his body still flushed with need, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“I'm okay,” he said, “I promise,” and he seriously felt like he was in a dream.
He leaned back in, pressing his body closer against Tony’s and making it clear that he had no intentions of stopping.
Tony manoeuvred Vic towards the bed, moving him back until his knees hit the threshold and sent him toppling over, Tony clambering down on top of him. They were both still a little nervous and inexperienced, but they could learn together, and they trusted each other.
Tony looked down as his body covered Vic’s, his lips parted, eyes half-lidded. Every part of him ached to kiss him, to touch him, but he forced himself to slow down.
“You’re... so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Vic looked up at him as he said it, and this feeling in his chest made him scared he was falling deeper in love with him. But he barely had time to think about it before Tony’s lips were back on his, slow and cautious but the need still coming through and making Vic weak.
Tony was consumed with desire, his mind overrun by the need to let Vic know just how much he wanted him, cared about him. He could feel his desperation rising, the need to be closer, to touch the skin under his clothes, but he still tried to hold back, to stay in control.
He pulled back to look at Vic again, his eyes raking over his flushed face, the wild look in his eyes.
“Don’t stop,” Vic whined, and his pleading went straight to Tony’s core, forcing a small whimper out of his throat.
He leaned back in, kissing him hungrily, his body pressing down on top of him. Vic let his hands began to wander, gliding over Tony’s back, every touch leaving a trail of fire across his skin. They came to rest on the hem of his waistcoat, fingers brushing against his waist, silently asking for permission. Tony was grateful Vic was taking the next step; he cared about him far too much to impose anything, and he rolled over beside him to start unbuttoning his waistcoat.
Vic, however, gently lowered his hands, taking over the action himself as he smiled gently down at him. The sight of him leaning over, undoing the buttons with such gentle fingers, was almost too much to handle. Tony couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as the final button came undone and he instead took to sliding his tie off, undoing his shirt, the cold air hitting him as more skin became revealed.
“Vic…” he breathed, his voice trembling a little.
“Are you nervous?” Vic asked knowingly, “Me too… But I trust you.”
Tony swallowed, his earnestness calming his nerves. He reached up to touch his face, his fingers caressing his cheek.
“I trust you too,” he said softly, “I… I want you. So bad.”
Vic leant into the touch, getting the last button of his shirt undone with a shaky hand and letting his eyes roam over his skin, “I want you too,” he said, and let a cautious hand spread over his skin, his touch tentative.
Tony closed his eyes; it was all he could do to stay still, to not pull Vic down on top of him and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. He let him explore for a moment, his need rising up and he felt helpless to stop it.
“Vic,” he murmured, “Kiss me... please..”
Tony’s pleading made him weak, and he could think of nothing he wanted more, leaning down to kiss him again. Tony captured his lips, taking control as he finally let his tongue dart out and run over his lips, the little gasp Vic gave giving him the opportunity to slip it in.
Tony groaned into the kiss, the taste of Vic’s lips, the feel of his tongue against his own, making his mind spin. His hands came up to tangle in Vic’s hair, pulling him in closer, the feeling of his body pressed against his bare skin driving him insane.
Tony gently guided him, making him straddle his hips. Vic pulled back just enough to look down at him, chest heaving, his eyes dark with desire.
“You're so hot, you know that?” Vic said, the words coming out as a whine, “You're killing me, making me want you so badly I can’t think straight.”
Tony let out a whimper, his body feeling all hot and weak. No one had ever spoken to him like that. He reached out to touch his stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles over him.
“You're the one who's killing me,” he countered, “I've been wanting you from the moment I first saw you. You're all I can think about, all I want.”
He pulled him down again, the kiss more passionate this time. His hands roamed over every inch of his body, as if trying to commit his feel to memory. He needed to touch him everywhere, to feel the heat of his body against his own, to make him come completely undone.
Tony reached out to tug at Vic’s shirt, and when he felt him nod, he quickly took to unbuttoning him, his fumbling fingers moving as fast as they could. They tried to keep up the kiss, but by the time Tony was shoving Vic’s shirt down his arms they were just panting into each other’s mouths, the feeling hot and wet.
Tony tossed it away carelessly, pushing him back up to rake his eyes over his body. Vic suddenly felt a little insecure with Tony looking at him so hungrily, and he shrunk a little, going to hide himself. But Tony reached out to take his hands, lacing their fingers and preventing him from covering himself.
“Hey, no,” he murmured, “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
His hands slid up Vic’s arms, over his shoulders, caressing his skin as if trying to soothe away any remaining insecurities.
“Sorry,” Vic said quietly, a little embarrassed by himself.
Tony just shook his head, his hands still tracing gentle patterns over Vic’s skin.
“Don’t apologise,” he said softly, “You’re perfect.”
He sat up a little, his hands coming up to cradle Vic’s face, and he looked at him intently.
“I mean it,” he said, “I want you so badly, and not just… sexually. In every way. I really like you.”
Vic felt a wave of affection lighting him up, and for a moment he felt like crying, but he didn’t want to ruin the mood, “Thanks, Tony. I really like you too.”
Tony smiled at his words, pulling him against him, his hands wandering over his back, his shoulders, just wanting to touch him, to be close to him. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of his skin, the weight of him in his lap, the scent of his hair.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
“I could say the same thing,” Vic said, and in a moment of bravery he grazed his lips along Tony’s neck, placing a small kiss.
A shudder ran down Tony’s spine, his breath catching in his throat. The sensation sent a jolt of heat through him, igniting every nerve ending in his body, and making him gasp in unexpected pleasure.
“Vic…” he breathed, his hands landing on Vic’s hips, and Vic couldn’t help but note how good his name sounded on his lips.
“Tony…” he countered, and just the sound of his name was enough to make him buck his hips involuntarily. Vic continued to kiss at Tony’s neck, feeling his pulse going crazy under his lips. Tony couldn’t suppress the whines falling from him, his hips involuntarily arching up against him. He hated his body for being so reactive, so forward – he’d hate himself if he scared Vic off – but he had no control anymore.
His hands slid up to grip his waist, holding him down against his hips, and he’d never felt hotter in his life, beads of sweat forming on his skin.
“God, Vic,” he gasped, “That feels so good..”
The noises and words Tony was producing were really getting to him, making him want to drive him further. He let his tongue dart out over his salty skin, his tongue moving in little swirls on his neck before he clamped his lips around it, sucking gently.
Tony’s hips jerked wildly, a low choked noise escaping him as he felt his legs go weak from pure pleasure.
“Oh god, Vic…” he groaned, unable to control himself. The feeling of his urges taking over was scary, but God, he couldn’t fight it anymore as he rolled his hips up against Vic’s.
Vic’s lips clamped down harsher, his teeth grazing against his skin as he tried to hold on himself, creating a slow, steady rhythm of their hips together.
Tony let out a strangled gasp, the friction making his control slip with every movement, the heat and need building rapidly inside him.
“Oh god, yes… don’t stop,” he gasped, his hands gripping Vic’s hips, pulling him down against him harder. Vic let out a needy moan, and he wanted this to be slow and gentle, but he couldn’t deny the passion he felt with every movement, and he knew Tony felt it too.
Vic could feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside him, his heart thrumming brightly in his chest as he finally pulled back to look at Tony.
“Oh…” he said, stopping the movement of his hips.
Tony’s eyes snapped open, concern taking over his features, “What’s wrong? What is it?”
Vic couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh as he stared at his neck, “Um… I… might’ve accidentally left a mark.”
Tony’s hand went up to touch his neck, his fingers running over the spot where Vic had been kissing him. He could feel a slight sting, and he knew it was bad news, but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now. It just made everything feel more intense, more real.
“It’s okay,” he said, trying to sound calm and casual, “Is it bad?”
Vic examined the mark a little closer, it’s deep pink-purple hues painfully obvious, “Kind of…” he said apologetically but Tony just waved it off.
“It’s okay; I’ll deal with it later. Right now, I want you.” Tony’s hands ran down Vic’s sides, relishing in the way he made him tremble until his fingers rested on his waistband. The fear of making Vic self-conscious prevented Tony from looking thus far, but now that he could see the hard-on pressed against the fabric of his pants, it was making his body feel like jelly.
“Can I?” He asked, his fingers dipping into his waistband and making Vic take in a sharp breath.
He nodded urgently, “Yeah… please..” He lifted his hips slightly, watching as Tony undid his buttons and unzipped him. The thought of Tony touching him like that, caressing him, bringing him closer to the edge, was making little shivering fits take over his body.
“Touch me,” he murmured, his voice low and pleading, “I need it, I need you…” he begged as he watched Tony sliding his pants down his thighs, his current need overshadowing his embarrassment.
Tony rubbed at the exposed skin under the leg of Vic’s underwear, his fingers moving up slowly until he ran a finger gently over him, feeling the hard length of him beneath the fabric, the gasp it drew from him making him feel light-headed with want.
“God, you’re so hard,” he breathed, his voice shaking a little, “So perfect…”
He locked eyes with him again, noticing just how much of a flustered mess he’d become from just one simple graze.
“Can I taste you?” Tony asked, the words leaving his lips before he could stop them.
Vic let out a whimper, his hips pushing against his hand at the mere suggestion, and he nodded jerkily.
“Yes…” he managed to gasp out, “Please, Tony, please…”
Tony smiled at his eagerness, glad that it was something he actually wanted, and he gently moved him off of him, laying him down on the bed and removing his pants completely.
“Good… just let me take care of you,” he said, hovering over him, “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise,” he said, all the while gently caressing the newly uncovered skin of Vic’s legs.
The feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable under Tony’s scrutiny, was both terrifying and incredibly exhilarating to Vic and he managed a nod, the feel of his fingers making him desperate.
“Please, Tony…” Vic begged, “Please, I can’t…”
Tony felt him slowly becoming more of a mess, squirming and shivering under his touch and it felt so incredible to have this effect on him.
“Shhh…” Tony soothed, his hands moving higher up his thighs now, moving to caress the sensitive skin of his hips through his underwear, “Just relax, Vic, it’s okay…”
He leant down to press a kiss to the skin above his waistband, his lips a warm, tantalising pressure against his skin. He felt Vic’s tension melting away, his body relaxing against the bed, and that was all he needed to continue, to make the leap.
He hooked his fingers in his waistband, watching his face to make sure there was no hint of reservation behind his gaze. When he didn’t find any, just lust and pleading, he slowly lowered them, Vic pushing his hips up to help him get them off as his skin was gradually exposed.
Tony’s breath caught in his throat as he finally took him in, skin rosy and soft. His hands came up to run over his thighs, his hips, his stomach, feeling the heat of him, the softness of his skin, so beautiful, so vulnerable, so completely and utterly his.
“God, you’re gorgeous…” he said, “You have no idea how beautiful you are…”
Vic felt his heart bleeding at his admiration, never having felt so safe being so exposed in front of another person. Tony was gritting his teeth, feeling his own need building rapidly at the sight of his dick all flushed and pleading for him. But he wanted to take his time, make sure all of him felt loved by his touch.
He placed a few small kisses up his thighs as his fingers grazed over his dick, his touch just enough to be teasing, his fingers wreaking havoc on him.
Vic felt his hips canting up off the bed towards the touch, seeking more.
“Oh, god..” he breathed, his voice cracking a little, “Please, Tony, I… I need your mouth.”
Tony smiled at the desperate plea, feeling a wave of satisfaction at knowing he could reduce him to this, to a pleading, needy mess, and he gently pushed his hips back down against the bed, holding him still.
“Okay,” he conceded, his hands running up his sides, caressing his skin. He locked eyes with him as he pressed a small, wet kiss to his dick, his tongue following to drag gently along him.
Vic held his breath, the feeling almost too much and he hadn’t even gotten his mouth around him yet. He fisted a hand in his sheets, trying to urge his hips up, but he didn’t want to be too much, so he tried his best to give up control, to sink into whatever Tony was going to do with him.
Tony’s tongue continued, firmer this time as he licked a wet stripe all the way to his tip before swirling it around it, making his stomach tight with pleasure.
“Fuck, that feels so-” Vic groaned, but his words got drowned in a loud moan at the feeling of Tony finally taking him into his mouth, making him deliciously dizzy.
Tony felt himself getting addicted to the taste of him on his tongue, the feel of him in his mouth, and he slowly brought his head down, his dick brushing the back of his throat and tearing an unexpected gag from him. Tony pulled back, panting slightly as he tried to regain control. His eyes were watering a little, saliva pooling in his mouth, but the sound of that gag had sent a jolt of desperate need through Vic, who was now so desperate to get his lips back on him.
“Sorry…” Tony said, his cheeks pink, “Didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay,” Vic said frantically, his hands coming to rest in his hair, “I liked it.. I really liked it.” His hands were subconsciously urging him down again, something he quickly realised and he pulled them back, looking at him apologetically.
Tony couldn’t help but let an amused smile fall on his face at Vic’s silent desperation, and he couldn’t resist the urge to satiate it, to feel him against his tongue.
He took him into his mouth again, went down deeper, his own need so overwhelming that his head was spinning, the desperate need to hear more of those needy sounds overshadowing his body’s protest at having something touching the back of his throat.
Vic couldn’t believe how it felt, how good Tony looked as a little tear rolled down his cheek, and he gently moved to rub it from his face.
“Are you…” Vic started, the words so difficult to get out between whimpers, “Are you okay?”
Tony just nodded as best he could, his head moving up and down faster as he screwed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on not choking.
Vic threw his head back against the bed, unable to think or concentrate on anything besides this feeling and the love he felt for Tony right now. He wanted to panic… at this little voice at the back of his head playing the words ‘I love you’ over and over again, but it felt too nice to deny, felt too right.
“I love you,” he blurted before he could stop himself, his hand quickly coming to cover his mouth as Tony froze in place, everything coming to a screeching halt. Did he really just say that?
Tony reluctantly pulled back and looked up at him, a million emotions running across his face, before he finally found the words to speak.
“Say it again,” he breathed, his voice full of desperate hope.
Vic blinked, his lips stuttering before he found the strength to steady himself, “I… I love you.”
The words, spoken out loud again, filled him with an overwhelming rush of emotion. He let his head fall down, resting his forehead against Vic’s navel and closing his eyes against the sudden wave of feeling.
“God, Vic…” he whispered, his voice shaking a little, “I love you, too… I love you so much…”
“You do?” Vic said, his chest visibly falling as he let out his baited breath, “I thought I messed it all up…”
Tony shook his head, lifting it up just enough to look at him again.
“No, God no…” he said softly, “You didn’t mess anything up. I’m just… I didn’t think you…” He chuckled a little, the sound slightly choked and emotional, “I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”
“Of course I do, Tony…” Vic said, pausing to let out a short sigh, “Fuck, what have we gotten ourselves into?” he said, laughing incredulously, Tony quickly joining him.
The realisation that they’d both been holding back the same feelings all this time felt too perfect, too unbelievable.
“Hey, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re both pretty good at making stupid decisions,” Tony teased, his fingers gently brushing against his cheek. He leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before settling his head down against his shoulder, his body curving against him.
“We can figure out this mess together,” he murmured, “Make sure neither of us goes back to pretending everything’s okay when it’s not.”
Vic conceded. This thing they had was slowly killing him, and he was glad it came to this head, “Promise me you’ll tell me if something’s bothering you. I don’t want to keep doing this back-and-forth thing…” he said, brushing his hands in Tony’s hair.
“Of course,” Tony said, pressing a kiss to his neck, “I love you.”
“I love you,” Vic said, the exchange feeling euphoric.
They were quickly kissing again, a newfound sense of affection pouring into it. With the feeling of their lips together, the sweet words of love flowing between them, Tony felt like he could stay like this forever, just trading kisses and caresses forever, but that heat was quickly pooling in his stomach again, his need for him reignited, and the kiss quickly heated up.
Tony’s fingers rubbed against Vic’s dick, and he moaned against his lips as he felt himself harden again.
“I… I want to,” Vic murmured against his lips, and Tony thought he knew what he meant, the idea making his heart flutter, but he had to be sure.
“Want to what?” he asked, resting his forehead against Vic’s.
“I wanna go all the way…” Vic confirmed, fingers clinging needily to Tony’s skin and Tony could swear his heart nearly exploded in his chest, his whole body going hot at the very thought. He nodded quickly, his hands already moving down, running over his skin, touching him, holding him, needing him.
“Yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah, I want that too…”
He leant down to press a firm kiss to his collarbone, his lips roaming over his skin as he added, “So badly…”
Vic let his hands wander down to Tony’s pants, him being still too clothed for his liking, but his hands stalled as Tony’s lips were on his neck, the sensation making him melt.
“Need you,” Tony breathed, his own hands quickly moving to unbutton his pants, “Want you so bad…”
Vic was totally at his surrender now, his lips on his sensitive skin making him weak and boneless. Tony shifted his pants and underwear down his legs as his lips latched onto Vic’s skin, sucking a small, red mark into his neck. He didn’t mean to do it, but he considered it fair, letting his tongue run over it soothingly.
Finally, his clothes were completely off, the touch of his bare skin against Vic’s like some sort of electric current running between them. He had never wanted anything, anyone, so badly in his entire life. He let out a huff of hot breath against his ear as he spoke to him softly, his voice almost a lullaby.
“You… you’re sure, right? You really want this?”
Vic took a glance down, the sight of Tony’s exposed dick resting against his thigh knocking all the breath out of him, making the words he said strained, “Yes… God, yes. I really do..”
Vic reached a shaky hand down to brush over the head of Tony’s dick, the feeling making him gasp and whimper and push his hips into his touch. His head fell down to rest against his shoulder; he was completely at his mercy now, all the control he had before melting away as Vic’s fingers found him, the feeling too much and not enough all at once.
“Oh, shit,” he managed, “Vic, please…” He couldn’t quite place was he was pleading for, he just needed more, anything.
“Do you have condoms?” Vic asked lowly, his hand wrapping around Tony as he spoke and making it hard for him to even register what he said.
He took a moment to answer, his voice a little muffled in the crook of Vic’s neck.
“In my w-wallet…” he managed to gasp out, his body instinctively arching against him.
Vic let out a little giggle, and Tony was confused for a second until he said gently to him, “So, Jaime wasn’t lying…”
Tony huffed out a short laugh, his body shuddering as Vic didn’t relent slowly pumping him up and down.
“I… yeah,” he breathed, his hips bucking forward into his hand again. He didn’t have the composure to try to explain, and he whimpered as Vic let go of him, moving to retrieve the wallet out of his pocket. He watched as he trifled through it, slowly coming back to his senses and remembering Jaime’s earlier words.
“Vic…” he said, pursing his lips for a second, “Who… who’d be the…” Tony trailed off, a wave of trepidation coming over him. He just hoped to God they were compatible.
Vic let out a small laugh. He hadn’t really thought about this part before.
“Uh, I mean…” he said, “That’s up to you… I don’t mind either way…”
Tony nodded, “Could you… could you be the, um, receiver?” he asked, embarrassed by his own words.
“Yeah, of course,” he said, adding with a laugh, “If you stop using words like ‘receiver’.” He tried to keep it light, to make his worry less obvious, but he knew Tony could probably see right through him. It was just… it was a very big deal, something they’d never done before, and he desperately hoped he could make it good for him.
“Are you… sure you’re okay with that?” Tony asked, his eyes questioning.
“Yes, I’d tell you if I wasn’t. We promised to tell each other things, right?” Vic said, breaking off a condom from the line, “I’ve just… never done it before.”
“I haven’t either,” he admitted, “But… but we’ll take it slow, right?”
“Yeah… I trust you, Tony,” he said, moving beside him again, “And I love you,” he said, holding the condom out for him to take.
He took a deep breath as he looked at it, the weight of what they were about to do creating a flurry of nerves and excitement swirl around inside of him. He’d been hoping for this, waiting for this for so long, and it was finally happening.
He leant in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“I love you too,” he said, his fingers gently closing around the condom.
Vic smiled, his fingers moving around his dick to make sure he was good and hard, and he moved to press kisses along his jaw, a welcome distraction that kept him just calm enough to think.
“We’ve got this,” Vic said gently, “Let’s do it.”
“Okay,” Tony conceded. He couldn’t say no to him if he tried. With shaky hands he tore open the wrapper, taking it out and pausing for a moment.
“You know… I don’t really know how to put these on,” he admitted, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment.
Vic breathed out a laugh, a moment of levity to break the tension.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” he reassured, taking the condom from him and quickly rolling it down on him, his touch a little more steady as his nerves gradually subsided.
The feeling of the latex was foreign on his skin, but he couldn’t deny that it felt nice as Vic gently brought it down to his base.
“There you go,” Vic said gently, stealing a quick kiss, “Now you’re ready for me.”
“How do you want to do this?” Tony asked, his hands running over Vic’s skin.
Vic knew he was nervous, but he also knew how badly he wanted this, how much they both wanted this. He gently stroked his hair, his touch a soothing gesture.
“Can I… get on top?” he offered, “And then I can... take it slow.”
He was sure that he must look so desperate, but he was also past the point of caring. He just needed to feel him, needed the closeness, and he was willing to do anything for it, even if it was terrifying.
“That sounds perfect,” Tony said, and suddenly a thought dawned on him, “Wait I… I don’t have any lube.”
Vic smiled slightly, looking away, “Well, I may have brought some,” he admitted, and suddenly Tony realised they had both kind of planned for this to happen.
“Well, that’s… that’s good,” he said, a small burst of humour passing through him, “I guess we’re both guilty..”
Vic was quick to retrieve it, lubing Tony up to the best of his ability and making him shiver with pleasure before doing the same to himself. He watched as Vic slowly straddled him, his naked body hovering over him making his cock twitch. His hands rested on Vic’s hips, slowly lowering him.
“Just, take your time,” Tony swallowed, “I… don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I will…” Vic said, “It’s okay,” and Tony felt instantly reassured.
Vic gasped as the head of Tony’s dick touched his hole, and he pressed himself down further, gritting his teeth as his dick slipped in. Tony let out a whine, his fingers digging into his hips and it took all of his power not to thrust his hips up. All he could do to keep still and let him take him.
The stretch was a lot for Vic, but he went slow, taking control, and he quickly got used to the feeling, him filling him up just nicely.
As soon as he bottomed out, they both breathed a sigh of contentment, Vic rocking back and forth gently to get used to the feeling. Tony looked up at him, his words cutting through the haze of ecstasy.
“Oh my God, I love you,” he said, “You look so good like that… on top of me.” He couldn’t keep his hands still, his fingers running over his thighs, his hips, his chest, needing to touch him, to feel him.
“I love you, too,” Vic said, because he couldn’t miss an opportunity to say it back.
The sensation of him rocking on top of him was driving Tony crazy, making him want more. He bit down on his lip, “Can… can you move?”
Vic nodded, hands resting on Tony’s chest as he slowly pulled himself up off of him, the sounds of their soft sighs filling the room as he fell back down. He kept his eyes locked on Tony, watching his face react to the movement, and it filled him with an incredible sense of power. He slowly moved up and down, the sensations growing more intense with each movement.
Tony felt like he was on cloud nine, his body going slack under him as his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth opened in a silent moan, his hands gripping his hips tighter.
The sight of him like this, so at his mercy, was like nothing Vic had ever seen before. The sounds of his moans and gasps were like music, spurring him on as he moved faster on top of him.
“H-holy fuck,” Tony groaned, coming back to life as his hips started stuttering up to meet him as he moved, their skin slapping together and just adding to the pleasure. Suddenly, Tony angled his hips, hitting him a new way and Vic let out this heaving gasp that had him lurching forward, wondering where the hell that pleasure had come from.
Tony paused his movements, his brow furrowing as he thought he must’ve hurt him.
“Oh…. oh my god…” Vic panted out before Tony could say anything, his body shuddering against him, “God, Tony, what did you… do that again.”
Tony smirked, pride starting in him as he realised: he’d hit the spot. He pushed his hips up again, right where he knew he’d like it.
“Oh, yeah…” Vic moaned, totally coming apart for him, “Yeah, that’s so so good… don’t stop…” The pleasure was building inside of him, unlike anything he’d ever felt and all-consuming, and he never wanted it to end.
Tony gripped onto his thighs, starting up a quick pace that had Vic moaning out like a girl, high and whiny and pathetically desperate. His whole body was shaking involuntarily for him as the pleasure built and built, and he suddenly knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
He gripped onto Tony’s shoulders, his hands trembling as he tried to keep himself still, but it was impossible in the face of this overwhelming ecstasy.
“Tony… oh god, Tony…” he cried, “I’m… I’m getting close..”
Tony’s mouth was curled into a grin, his eyes glossy as he focused on taking him over the edge, and he was desperately fighting off his own orgasm to see him come undone on top of him.
Vic was teetering on the brink as well, desperate to hold off for just a little longer, wanting to enjoy every second of this.
“Yeah, please… come for me,” Tony gritted out, his pace unrelenting, quickening even.
“Oh, fuck… Tony… I can’t…” he panted, his body trembling on top of him so badly a tiny tinge of concern flashed over him.
He watched as Vic’s eyes grew wide, panicked. Tony’s words, his pace, his whole being was too much. He couldn’t stave off any more.
“I’m gonna… fuck…” Vic let out, his fingernails scraping along Tony’s shoulders as he felt the pleasure exploding inside of him.
Tony whined along with him, and he let go of that string of resistance he was holding onto to come alongside him, his eyes barely open as he watched Vic’s cum shoot out over him. It was so messy, running along his chest, pooling on his stomach, and Tony had never come so hard in his life.
Vic collapsed down on top of him, not caring about the mess their bodies were now sharing, blissfully spent and happy.
“Oh, wow,” he panted, “You’re amazing…”
Tony’s heart rate was slowly lowering, and he tried to catch his breath as he gazed at Vic, his hair messy, skin shining with sweat, and he looked so good that he couldn’t help but smile. He ran his fingers gently through his hair, a soothing, affectionate gesture.
“You’re amazing,” he countered, “Are you okay? That was… really good…” he said, feeling like it was a bit of an understatement.
Vic nodded, still trying to get his breath back, feeling so relaxed and satisfied that he didn’t even want to move. He just wanted to stay here, in this moment, with his heart soaring and his body warm and tangled with Tony’s.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Vic said with a satisfied smile, “I didn’t even know it was possible to come with no hands.”
Tony laughed softly, the sound light and airy.
“Well, I’m glad I could surprise you…” he replied, his voice a soft murmur, “That was really amazing. You were amazing.” Tony laced his hand with Vic’s, and if he died right now, he’d die the happiest man on this planet.
“I love you,” Vic said, their hands fidgeting contentedly. Tony closed his eyes, soaking in the moment.
“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate, “More than anything, Vic.”
They sat in contented silence, slowly coming back to their senses before Vic decided to speak again.
“Best prom night ever.”