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——“Run away with me, Porsche.”
Vegas could feel that Porsche was disappointed deeply. His voice, from extreme excitement to a sharp diminution of enthusiasm. Yes, it made sense, no matter what happened between Kinn and Porsche, they still had faith in each other, and Porsche was being in love with his boss like an idiot. Vegas knew that well enough, but it hurt him no less.
“Porsche……”
Vegas took a step forward and slowly raised his hand to touch the iron cage that held his beloved man. When he made the decision of helping Porsche get out of this mess a few hours ago, he's ready to devote himself entirely. But now he's hesitating. He has forced many of Kinn's ex lovers to be his(on the bed), and he always succeed, without even a little bit of regret and self-blame. When did things start to change? He had no idea. Maybe just because his heart skipped a beat when Porsche and him riding the motorbike that night, And he accepted it. For the first time in his life, he started to think about what a healthy relationship be like. Should he compel Porsche to go with him? Or, was there even the slightest possibility that Porsche could love him back?
“Take me away, Vegas, save me from this disgusting family.”
Porsche looked into his eyes, tone full of misery but firmness, which gave him a big surprise. Vegas held his breathe while asking him if he was sure.
“Yes, take me away. Please.”
Porsche didn't hate Vegas. Totally not. Maybe he should. With all the things that Vegas has done to him, not only drugged him with the intention of raping but also kissed him when he's not sober, but he just didn't. Kinn kept telling him that he'd better stay far away from Vegas. He tried to, but failed eventually. Vegas was always the first person to show up when he's upset or anxious. And he just did not feel the slightest insincerity in Vegas's words when he's comforting him.
Maybe he's not really want to be with Vegas specifically, he just didn't want to stay here anymore. Kinn and Tawan gave him a big punch, he needed to get out and breath in some fresh air, or he would turn insane. And he believed that Vegas could protect him, even just for a short time.(they would be caught whatever)
The second family did all the dirty work that the original didn't want to do themselves. Vegas got his hands stained when he was a child, as a pawn to be used and then discarded. Unlocking was a piece of cake for him.
Vegas led Porsche sneaking through the house, and climbing over a fence in an unguarded courtyard. His motorcycle was parked a little further away, and since they fled from that house, Vegas grabbed Porsche's hand, held tightly and would not let go of it.
Their second moto trip was Vegas' riding. Porsche got on the back of the bike, then wrapped his arms hesitantly around Vegas' waist. He drove the motorcycle so fast that only the roar of the motor and the sound of the wind were left. Vegas couldn't stop his giggles and Porsche smiled, heartily.
Like an unknown planet in the distant galaxy.
Follows its dream and revolves on its axis.
Like a lonely ark in the boundless sea.
Rowing upstream, f ree and easy .
They drove off the main road and slowed down on remote lanes. Porsche didn't ask where he was taking him. He knew he would take him to a safe place which arranged by his men. The cool breeze made him clear his thoughts. There's a healing fragrance on Vegas' body, Porsche leaned in him without noticing. The moments he had with Vegas looped over and over in his mind during the ride.
He knew Vegas approached him with ulterior motives in the first place. He knew Vegas was an excellent pretender and he's not good at dealing with his straight forward confession before. Though he couldn't resist his softness and consideration. He's so gentle that the real him seemed to be less important. He wanted to trust him, the Vegas in front of him, and he believed after all these things, he would at least have a slight crush on him.
Every now and then,
I want to stay away and cry for help
Every now and then
I want to shrink and hide in your tenderness
“Vegas.” Porsche asked huskily.
“Um?” Vegas turned his neck slightly back to get closer to Porsche.
“You said you're sorry about that night but……which night are you apologizing for?”
Vegas did a little surprise and his palms began to sweat. “What do you mean?”
“Are you referring to drugged me or kissing me?”
“……How did you know is me that drugged you?”
“I was not sure. I'm just testing. And you admit it.” Porsche said lightly, without a trace of anger in his voice.
Vegas pulled over, with his back to Porsche and his head bent. He tried to find a decent explanation, but couldn't come up with anything. He could't tell his regret. He was just using his usual method to take someone Kinn cared about for himself, which caused a crack in their relationship from the start.
“It's fine. I'm not mad at you.” Porsche pat his shoulder.
“But you should.”
Porsche shrugged, stared at his side face. “Well…I'm glad that you failed. Or I would really hate you and couldn't make friends with you like this now.”
Friends .
Vegas was surprised that Porsche regarded him as a friend, with the knowledge of he himself was never a person that worth to be friends with. Though he wanted more. More than friends. He wanted him.
Like an infinite number of parallel universes
Each of me that be divided
Sometimes want to be free
Sometimes want to get indulged in your eyes
Want to touch and want to monopolize
Vegas got off from the motorbike and turned around, cupping Porsche's face gently. “Porsche, I love you with all my heart.”
He saw the flicker of glistening teardrops in Porsche's eyes.
“If I kiss you now, do I own you another apology for it?”
Porsche couldn't help smiling. He reached up, pulled at Vegas' collar and kissed him on the lips. Vegas was shocked, but soon he started to kiss back. He bit his bottom lip, leaned into him a little more, deepened their kiss. This time, no one would bother them, and the more important thing was that they were both sober. Compared with wet and hot kisses from Kinn, Vegas was some more soft and tender, treated him as a crystal. Being aggressive when he forced him before, but now slowly tasting him like a sentimental high school boy. Porsche found it cute and wanted to laugh at this contrast.
“You're sinful.” They gasped for breath and Vegas said, pulled him into a hug.
“Wow that word is made to describe you I think.” Porsche giggled, “Could we back to our trip now, Mr.Toxic?”
“Anything you want.”
Vegas climbed on the front seat and restarted the motor. They still had a long way to go.
Would tomorrow be a better day? They didn't know, and didn't want to think of it either. Carpe Diem. An old aphorism in Latin which means seize the day. Being involved in this gang world, they dared no wild wishes for the future. They just needed to love and enjoy every single moment they had, like a wind that embraced the sky wantonly.