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There's no focus

Summary:

His traitorous brain kept focusing on the wrong details.

Notes:

Just a small insignificant thing because I randomly woke up thinking about VeeNuea/NueaVee.

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He didn’t know what had changed. Two minutes ago, just the thought of it would’ve made him completely nauseous. But now, something had silently exploded in the back of his mind the moment he wiped the beer droplets from his lips and looked at Vee again.

Nuea’s eyes locked onto the worst possible place. And to make matters worse, the idiot wouldn’t stop rambling.

“You’re a better match than me,” the other man mumbled, slurring some nonsense like that. His unfocused eyes seemed to drown in their own misery. His lips puckered before he added, “...You’re definitely better.”

It wasn’t that Nuea wasn’t listening. He was. It’s just that his traitorous brain kept focusing on the wrong details, as usual.

He nodded, pretending to follow, but all he could think about was:

Since when were Vee’s lips that plump?

This was definitely not the right time to be thinking about that.

And still, the man kept talking.

“You’re rich, handsome, cool” he said, pausing to swallow dryly before adding, “rich.”

“You already said rich,” Nuea replied, barely blinking.

Vee’s eyes regained focus just long enough to throw a miserable look his way.

“It’s an important detail,” he muttered, then snorted and looked away, raising the beer bottle again.

Nuea didn’t know what came over him in the seconds that followed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was Vee’s completely backward logic. Or maybe his body had simply stopped asking for permission.

Before he realized it, his hand had wrapped around the bottle, pulling it away.

“Hey!” Vee snapped, his hand suspended mid-air.

Nuea set the bottle aside with a sigh, his gaze returning to Vee.

A silent tension spread between them. He thought he saw a glint of saliva clinging to Vee’s lips as they tightened into a deeper pout.

“...You,” Nuea muttered, leaning in slightly. He swallowed. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

He didn’t let Vee reply.

In the next instant, his hands were on Vee’s face, thumbs pressing firmly against his cheekbones.

Vee gasped as Nuea forced his lips open.

 

And just like that, he realized he’d always wanted to know what this would feel like.