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It was honestly a pretty good day so far, Roman had been able to work on a lot of his projects as he had been feeling really creatively productive all morning- losing himself in his work after an especially rough creative block that had seemed to go on for ages.
That was until he was being summoned against his will. Normally he'd make a fuss and whine about being interrupted during such a productive day, but this time, He'd been summoned by not Logan, Not Patton, but Virgil of all people. This was incredibly rare in itself, Roman only being able to recall one other time Virgil had summoned him- but he was also touching him, clasping Romans arm firmly and yanking it up.
"I found Prince!"
Virgil said confidently, holding up Roman's arm. Roman only just realized Logan was even here, prompting a confused, sheepish wave from the Prince as he tried to process what the heck was going on.
"Nonono, finger prints," Logan replied, clearly not realizing how his words came out. At first, Roman didn't process it either, not until Virgil suddenly tensed up, blushed, and silently turned his head to meet Roman's eyes- and that's when he got it.
Oh.
A moment went by, the two unsure of what to say. Before he could even think to respond, Virgil guided Romans arm back down, a sting of... disappointment? embarrassment? something, shooting through Roman's chest as his arm hang all alone by his side- only serving to confuse him even more.
Obviously it had just been a misunderstanding, Logan clearing that up moments later, but that didn't stop Roman's mind from replaying the moment over and over in his mind after sinking back down, the Prince feeling his heart rate spike everytime he remembered the way Virgil held his arm so firmly, and the mental image of what Logan had said- Or, what they'd misinterpreted him saying.
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Needless to say, Roman wasn't going to be getting anymore work done today. All he could do was pace back and forth his messy room, picturing the look Virgil had given him before dropping his arm, releasing it from his surprisingly strong hand.
Roman couldn't recall a single time before today that Virgil had touched him, aside from the time they'd accidentally held hands. Memories seemed to rush into his mind all at once; stupid fights, petty nicknames... the push. Virgil truly didn't understand how much it meant to him, and how proud Roman was of Virgil's bravery in that moment- so dammit, he's gonna say it!
It never annoyed him when Virgil tried to deny it, in fact, when was the last time Roman had felt genuinely irritated by him? It must have been at least a year, they'd both grown so much closer lately. He was kind of the only side Roman felt he could confide in, he always seemed to understand... so, naturally, Roman fell in love. He'd always had a bit of a thing for Virgil from the start, admittedly. Their witty back and forth was something he'd secretly always looked forward to.
"I don't think so,"
Virgil's reply played in Roman's mind like a broken record, the Prince trying to read between the lines and analyze everything about his tone, his expression, the way his grip loosened on Roman's arm- was Virgil disgusted by the very idea of something like that with him? Or maybe he already had another crush on someone else? Roman could feel jealousy pooling in his gut as he tried to imagine the kind of guys Virgil might be into- (he'd spent way too long overanalyzing his 'hear me out' cake) and Roman hardly fit into his type... which may have been a big part of the reason why he'd wanted to do that trend in the first place.
Roman let out a big sigh, plopping back onto his bed, sinking into his pile of pillows, feeling hot and confused and slightly turned on by the mental image Logan had mistakenly created... Virgil fingering him. It felt wrong to entertain the thought; after all, it was just a misunderstanding... but if there was one thing Roman was good at, it was fantasizing.
He clutched onto one of his more firm pillows, closing his eyes as he pictured it- Virgil in his bed, on top of him, his firm hands working Roman open carefully. What would his fingers feel like? Would he talk him through it, whispering dirty praises in his ear while he carefully added another finger, assuring he'd be ready for Virgil's.... Oh Gods, Roman bit his lip, his pants steadily growing tighter the further he slipped into his imagination- he knew it was wrong to picture it- the normally reserved, modest Virgil... completely naked and ready for him... but fuck, it was doing things to Roman that he really hadn't expected.
Needless to say, Roman didn't get much sleep that night at all.
He'd worry about facing Virgil again when the time came.