Yasmeen and Davina strap-on fuck Rupert and Khalid. Florian hadn't been expecting it at all when Viktor had pulled him aside that afternoon at the office. His voice was low and serious, his expression tense -- blue eyes full of something Florian didn't recognize and couldn't name. He thought, maybe, he might be in trouble again. Had he done something to upset his father? Florian had been doing his best these past few months to toe the line -- no coming home drunk after sneaking out and hitting every college party he could in Vista Rosa or Angel Heights. What could he possibly had done to fuck up now?
"Florian..." Viktor's voice is rough, almost harsh and it makes Florian flinch slightly. He was definitely in some kind of trouble. The next words out of Viktor's mouth only serve to confuse him. "Do you... remember that question you asked me? When we first came to Santa Marta?"
How could he forget it? It had been the first time he'd been rejected. Well, the first time he'd been rejected by someone he actually cared about. It had cut deeply and he'd thrown one hell of a hissy fit about it. Sleeping around, getting drunk at highschool parties, passing out at stranger's houses, picking arguments with his father... It had been a bad time for him. It had been a bad time for everyone around him. It hadn't helped that he'd just come out -- just dumped his fiance, just started really trying to figure out who he wanted to be.
Florian wrinkles his nose. "Of course I remember." He says, bitterness soaking every word. "How could I forget it you--"
Viktor cuts him off. "Stop. I know. Listen to me now, okay?"
Florian looks at him, forces himself to meet Viktor's eyes. This has nothing to do with his father, does it? This has nothing to do with business. This is something personal.
"I'm listening."
Florian knows that the anger he's harbored over the rejection is more than a little bit unfair. He was barely sixteen at the time, after all and Viktor is -- was -- a grown ass man. He probably didn't want anything to do with his boss's spoiled, selfish brat of a...son. Their bodies are so much closer than they should be, he can feel the heat coming off Viktor's body, feel every rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. A little shiver of excitement chases down Florian's spine and the tiniest bit of hope flares to life in his chest.
"I don't know when it happened but... sometime over the last three years..." Viktor pauses, laughing a bit. "You grew into one hell of a beautiful young man, Florian."
Florian's mouth drops open and he stares mutely at Viktor in pure disbelief. There's no way he actually... He'd let himself have that tiny spark of hope but he had fully expected it to be entirely put out -- that this would be the moment when he finally gave up. Most of the men who were interested in Florian were usually...interested in him as an experience. Something to try once to "get a taste" of it, not people who really saw him as a person or an actual man.
Florian forces a laugh. "Very funny, Viktor. What kind of joke are you--"
Viktor cuts off Florian's accusations with an action that speaks in a thunderous roar compared to the softness of his earlier words: with a kiss.
A thousand thoughts race through Florian's mind all at once but he can't hang onto any of them for more than a split second. None of them linger long enough to leave a lasting impression. The entire world has narrowed down to the scent of cigarettes and Viktor's cologne. Even in his fantasies, he hadn't expected Viktor's lips to be this soft. Even in his dreams, it hadn't felt like this. Florian melts into the kiss, his entire body relaxing against Viktor's.
He had spent all of his teen years dreaming of this moment -- ever since they first met when Florian was thirteen years old. How could he not have fallen instantly in love with him? 6'2 with ice blue eyes, wide shoulders, angular features and long, sleek brown hair? It wasn't just the fact that Viktor seemed to check every box that Florian didn't even know existed yet that drew him in -- it was the way Florian's father trusted Viktor. That Viktor was his most trusted associate, that Florian's father trusted Viktor to keep an eye on his most precious possession: his thirteen year old "daughter". It was knowing that if Viktor was around, no one could hurt him. And being a closeted, gay, trans boy in Eastern Europe? How could he not want that kind of safety?
Florian lets his lips part, wrapping his arms around Viktor's waist as they kiss. Viktor doesn't hesitate to slip his tongue into Florian's mouth, nor does he hesitate to press their bodies closer together. When they finally break apart, Florian is gasping -- his face flushed and his body uncomfortably hot.
"What--" He can't begin to formulate words. The confidence he has in his dreams, the confidence he has with other men -- all of that has drained away and he's completely tongue tied.
"Was that too much of a surprise?"
Florian stares at Viktor. "You..." He pauses again. "You kissed me."
Viktor laughs. "Yes, I did. Florian, I'm trying to tell you something important. Are you going to listen or are you going to keep arguing?"
Florian just nods. "Okay, okay. I'm listening... F-for real this time."
"The first time you asked -- you were..." He sighs. "Practically a teenage girl. I don't go for children or women... And I knew you weren't a woman but well..."
Florian bites his lip, pushing down the urge to argue. He knew that was the truth -- he was four years into puberty and pre-hormone therapy at the time. He had been a teenage girl, everywhere it mattered anyway. Everywhere that anyone could see. And that hurt, a little bit -- to hear that was part of the equation. It shouldn't have, but it did all the same. He waits for Viktor to continue.
"On top of that, we had just come to a new country. There was so much to do, so many things to get established -- even if you had been older, even if you were who you are now... I wouldn't have had the time. And you wanted something more than a quick fuck, I'm assuming...?"
Viktor was the only person Florian wanted something more than a quick fuck from. Viktor was the only person Florian had ever had those sorts of feelings for -- maybe because he had cut himself off from the possibility of anything more with anyone else.
"Yes. I wanted...I...want more than that." Florian replies, barely able to get the words out, feeling his heart lodged in his throat almost like it's trying to stop him from talking any more. He wants that too, of course. At this exact second, it's practically all he can think about with Viktor holding him against the wall like this, with the memory of that kiss still fresh in his mind.
"I've never really been one for long-term relationships..." Viktor says, almost awkwardly. Florian looks up again, feeling a sudden surge of nervousness.
"If that's...If you can't do anything more than that then I'm fine with it. I just want you. Okay?"
