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Started May 10, 2018 by @darkeyes

tune

Kaz smiled, looking down at the black ink. There were three diamonds, one black, one yellow, and one pink. They overlapped and locked together, and the same colors swirled in the iris of the eye. "I've got a lot, and they've all got some reason behind them. It's…It's sort of a way for me to remember the things I want to keep important," he said softly

“That’s a good idea,” Vaughn murmured softly, nodding his head in understanding. He looked down at the messy writing on his arm. Maybe he should get his mother’s signature next. And your father? What about him, Finley? the whispers teased. That man is no longer my father. He can burn in Hell for all I care, he thought back sharply.

"Yeah. I guess it is," he said. It was odd, how trivial all his reasoning seemed before Vaughn had come along. Everything form his electricity, to the tattoos. He had never thought twice about them, except for thinking they were ridiculous sometimes. "I've got more, if you want to see," Kaz offered, a little proud of the ink now that he had already shown Vaughn two of his tattoos

Vaughn arched a brow, glancing Kaz over as he wondered where the others could be. “Go on ahead,” he said, gesturing with his hand as he spoke. He leaned his side against the counter, watching Kaz with his arms folded.

He took his hoodie off, setting it on the counter with his jacket. There were four bands on each arm, but that was where the symmetry ended. He moved his tank top up a little before turning around. It showed a large tree that seemed to have birds coming out of it, and dripping powerlines were slung behind the black tree. "This one's for my last house in Germany."

Vaughn actually cracked a very faint smile, the corners of his lips barely twitching up. He reached out, hesitantly tracing the form of the tree lightly before moving onto the power lines. He always had a thing for what things felt like. Just the texture of various things provided him some mental grounding.

Kaz had to suppress a shiver at Vaughn's touch. "It was the first tattoo I got," he said before turning around again. "My other one's here," he said, rolling his tank top up a little. Cherry blossoms peeked out across his left hip bone, but the tattoo seemed larger, as if it extended a little farther down his leg. "This one's got a lot of meanings. Half of them are dumb and overcomplicated, but it's there."

Vaughn nodded slowly. He glanced at Kaz before his fingers went to what was showing of the cherry blossoms. “I like this one,” he murmured, fingers trailing lower until they touched the hem of his pants, and he brought his hand away quickly. What the hell was he doing?

Kaz gulped around nothing again, the touch sending flashes of heat through his body. Something in the back of his mind tried piping up, saying something about how needy he was. He ignored it, despite the fact that he wished Vaughn's touch had lasted a little longer. He wanted to respond, to say something to keep Vaughn closer to him. "You…You can keep touching it, if you want," he said, almost immediately regretting letting the words fall from his mouth

Vaughn’s eyes snapped up to Kaz’s eyes at the words. “I’m fine,” he said in a steady tone before walking back around the counter and sitting down in his desk chair. He rested his elbows on his knees, hands folded as he looked at a certain spot on a shelf underneath the counter. He wanted you to just as much as you did the whispers taunted, and Vaughn lowered his head, tugging at the long strands of hair. A confused, stressed feeling washed over him. He didn’t know what he wanted.

//poor children
:~;

(aauagh I gtg right as things were about to get interesting) Kaz let his tank fall back down. He frowned a little, hopping back up on the counter. He knew he shouldn't have said anything, what was he thinking? Was he really that needy? The little voice in the back of his mind said yes, told him he was a stupid, affection-starved idiot who was just getting what he deserved

(Ahh seeyah)

Vaughn caught his lower lip between his teeth as he thought. He didn’t exaclty mean to sound rude, he just mentally panicked. He didn’t think that Kaz thought anything of what he was doing. It was embarrassing, almost. He didn’t know what he wanted at the moment. We know, the whispers hissed. You want him in the cot with you, don’t you, Finley? He resisted the urge to grimace at the words. Nothing that intimate. They had barely known each other a day. Then again, Kaz did share private things about himself with Vaughn. Even used the word friend to describe him. Hell, he was more of a man than Vaughn was. All he could do was sit and worry. So, for once, he actually listened, partly, to the whispers advice and stood, suddenly standing between Kaz’s legs. He had one hand on either side of him, and looked up at him with the same piercing grey eyes. “Anymore tattoos?”

//aww, bye :(

(ehe this was a glorious thing to wake up to) Kaz gulped, the faintest blush working its way into his face. "I…My last one's on my ankle," he said, not daring breaking eye contact with Vaughn. They had the same color eyes, grey meeting grey in the dark of the minimart. Something odd worked its way into his stomach, Vaughn's gaze pinning him in place on the counter. It almost felt like butterflies, the kind you get when you actually like someone. The thought almost confused him for a moment. He almost never felt that with someone. He slept around a little, sure, but actually liking someone? No, that had only happened once before. But now it was happening again, and the thought terrified him just a little

(Lmaoo ye. And oh man I just love when our WIFI cuts out. I haven’t had WiFi all morning, I’m adtually staying at a relatives house now because our air conditioning also cut out RIP)

“Which one?” Vaughn asked, leaning his weight against his hands. He could hear the whispers snicker at the position he was in. Good, you’re close. Get the gun from under the counter and put a bullet in his brain, the whispers soothed, sharp in his head. No, he wasn’t going to shoot Kaz. What do you think you’re doing, then? He wasn’t too sure about that. Was he being affectionate? No. He was simply.. gathering information on Kaz. Yeah, that sounded right. He was gathering sensitive information about Kaz from the background of his tattoos.

(oh jeez, that sucks. our electricity's been all weird since the random 10 minute lightning storm we had Thursday)
"M-My right one," he stammered. God, Vaughn was so close. He was so close he could almost feel the other man's breath, which definitely didn't help keep the stutter from his voice

(Oof, weird)

Vaughn raised his brows before reaching down and hooking his fingers onto the leg of Kaz’s pants. He tugged the fabric up until he could see the tattoo on his ankle. Just gathering information, this means nothing. Deception at its finest he had to remind himself, rubbing at the skin.

//omg
the sexual tension here
or even just tension I general

Kaz's brain spluttered to a stop, his face effectively red. The tattoo was simple, a small cartoony knife with something that looked like liquid stars dripping from the end. "I-It's one of my older ones. My cousin's got the same one, w-we went to get them together because it was the first time he had gotten a tattoo," he stammered

(Lmao honestly though)

Vaughn glanced up at Kaz from his slightly crouched position. “Any deep meaning behind this one?” He asked in a low tone, tracing the knife with his thumb.

//jUST FUCK ALREADY