[they've fallen so far from whatever precipice common decency dwelt on that Vincent can't even hear the buzz of his companion's phone. it's with surprise and no small twinge of annoyance that he suddenly finds the teen whose arousal he was fondling checking his phone in the middle of all this. who the hell could be that important?
the sullen jealousy that wells up inside him is to blame for the way Vincent briefly tries to fight off the hand pulling him from his task, determined to make this conversation as uncomfortable for Kit as possible. but when he catches sight of the other boy's face - there were some lines that even he wouldn't cross, and he goes still.
as the conversation ends silence stretches out between them, pressing down with more weight than any of their sexually-charged idiocy had possessed. Vincent considers simply rolling out from under him and leaving, but curiosity (concern) spurs his tongue into action at last.]
...what is it?
[he deserved to hear that much, at least. no details, but a brief explanation. they'd been rather preoccupied before the sudden cessation, after all.]
no subject
the sullen jealousy that wells up inside him is to blame for the way Vincent briefly tries to fight off the hand pulling him from his task, determined to make this conversation as uncomfortable for Kit as possible. but when he catches sight of the other boy's face - there were some lines that even he wouldn't cross, and he goes still.
as the conversation ends silence stretches out between them, pressing down with more weight than any of their sexually-charged idiocy had possessed. Vincent considers simply rolling out from under him and leaving, but curiosity (concern) spurs his tongue into action at last.]
...what is it?
[he deserved to hear that much, at least. no details, but a brief explanation. they'd been rather preoccupied before the sudden cessation, after all.]