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There they were, leaning on the railing of the balcony exit on the 7th floor of Vic's apartment building, looking down at the parking lot. The sky looked as if it was just seconds away from pouring out, an occasional rumble of the clouds above could be heard every 5 minutes. It was late at night and only the sound of the traffic going by on the nearby overpass was filling in the silence between the pair.
They had just gotten done with their rehearsals and were watching the rest of the members head back home from said balcony. Moments later, it began drizzling. Vic giggled at the sight of Jaime running to his car with his gear above his head in an attempt to keep dry. “He looks like an ant down there.” said Tony. Vic chuckled at that and got off his elbows to turn around and lean on the railing with his back against it, letting out a deep sigh. He then hung his head back, letting the cool wind that's slowly picking up speed to blow his hair past his face along with a few drops of the light rain to fall onto his skin.
Tony’s eyes fell on how Vic's chest would rise and fall like the waves that crash against shorelines. He was so lost in it as if it were those exact waves that were pushing and pulling him in. Vic must've noticed where exactly Tony was looking and slowly brought his head up to look at him with a slight smug on his face. Vic shifted a bit closer towards him and that small movement brought Tony out his trance. The now embarrassed Tony quickly had his hands cover his face and shook his head frantically.
Vic found this behaviour really cute and got off the railing to take Tony's hands off his face and into his. He heard Tony's breath hitch and just as he was about to speak up — it started pouring, hard.
“Shit!” they both cried out, hurrying into the apartment’s stairwell. Forgetting to close the exit door, they found themselves huddling together against the empty stairwell walls for warmth. Now alone together and away from anyone's view, the cold wind outside was raging past and they both looked at each other laughing ‘cause in no way one of them is gonna try to close that heavy door with Zeus himself fighting to keep it open. Soon their laughs died down and Vic spoke up to say — “Ah, I don’t think you'll be able to get home in this weather.” Tony rolled the sleeves of his jacket up to get an idea of how late it was getting —
“10:45… I guess I could stay.” sighed Tony and sat on one of the steps. Vic followed along and sat two steps above him. Tony took off his hat that had gotten wet and ran his fingers in his hair.
Vic scooted around to sit right behind him and reached out to replace Tony’s fingers with his own.
While playing with Tony’s hair, occasionally collecting a few strands and wondering how he’d look if it were a bit shorter, smiling at how his side bangs curl up and lay perfectly on his cheeks — complimenting his cute little face — he begins to hum.
Tony always loved this little habit of Vic suddenly starting to hum when the room gets quiet. It'd make any unfamiliar space feel comfy. Now, with the acoustics of the empty stairwell, Tony could physically feel the vibration of Vic’s sweet dulcet tones bounce off the granite walls and pierce into his skin, sending shock waves through his nerves. He hung his head low between his arms that rested over his knees and chest and started tapping his foot to a rhythm that matched Vic’s humming.
Vic smiles at this and removes his fingers out of Tony’s hair and gets up to sit on the step Tony’s on — right next to him. Tony lifts his head up, confused at no longer feeling Vic’s fingertips roaming around on his scalp and nape. He’s then met with Vic turned towards him, looking directly up at him with his wide brown eyes.
Tony, overburdened with his nervousness - just couldn't seem to keep up with the eye contact. But then Vic's hand is caressing his thighs, the rough fabric of the jeans he's wearing getting more irritating by each thumb stroke. Goosebumps start forming underneath and all over.
Moving winds, unsteady gaze, upon meeting his, slow down.
Vic makes the first move and takes Tony's chin between his thumb and index, making Tony face him and pulls him in, gently closing his eyes and the distance between their lips. Tony’s lashes flutter when his lips finally get the contact they were so desperately aching for and eventually close. Tony slowly parts his lips, allowing Vic to tangle their tongues together, the pressure increasing by each passing second. Minutes go by and they're practically fighting with their mouths in search of each other's tonsils, feeling eachother everywhere - from above and below the waist while strong winds blew past them through the door.
This goes on for god knows how long until Vic's the first one to pull away and bring their foreheads together. Tony’s recovering from being short on breath, before dropping his head down low again and smiling and snickering at the sight of their fingers interlocked together.
The two then mutter out a soft “I love you” in sync. Bursting out in a fit of giggles at how they both said it at the same time, Vic yells out — “Jinx!”, wrapping his arms around Tony and playfully rocking side to side with his head resting against Tony's shoulder.