What It's Not
Title: What It’s Not
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor Mancha/Chase Stein
Prompt: 7. Aroused
Word Count: 215
Rating: R
Summary: It’s not love.
Author's Notes: Sequel to A Question Of...
It’s not love. Victor and Chase both agreed on that early on. Love had nothing to do with what they were doing.
It wasn’t fucking, either, since that implied some kind of penetration, an action neither boy was comfortable with.
Chase said it was about getting off, and that anyone would do for that, and that it was the two of them because Nico had too many issues, Karolina was gay, Xavin was weird, and only a sicko would even think about Molly.
Victor thought there was more to it than that, but it was hard to argue about it when Chase’s hand was on his cock and his mouth on his nipple.
Victor thought maybe part of it was that Chase was lonely and needed someone who wouldn’t remind him too much of his time with Gert.
Victor knew that he, himself, needed something to take his mind off the madness going on around him. Something to make him tired enough to sleep without dreams. Something that felt good, plain and simple. And this, whatever it was, felt good.
So it wasn’t love.
He could live with that.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor Mancha/Chase Stein
Prompt: 7. Aroused
Word Count: 215
Rating: R
Summary: It’s not love.
Author's Notes: Sequel to A Question Of...
It’s not love. Victor and Chase both agreed on that early on. Love had nothing to do with what they were doing.
It wasn’t fucking, either, since that implied some kind of penetration, an action neither boy was comfortable with.
Chase said it was about getting off, and that anyone would do for that, and that it was the two of them because Nico had too many issues, Karolina was gay, Xavin was weird, and only a sicko would even think about Molly.
Victor thought there was more to it than that, but it was hard to argue about it when Chase’s hand was on his cock and his mouth on his nipple.
Victor thought maybe part of it was that Chase was lonely and needed someone who wouldn’t remind him too much of his time with Gert.
Victor knew that he, himself, needed something to take his mind off the madness going on around him. Something to make him tired enough to sleep without dreams. Something that felt good, plain and simple. And this, whatever it was, felt good.
So it wasn’t love.
He could live with that.