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"ah, tobi!” calls a delighted voice, snapping tobi out of his trance.
vik sails across the room to embrace him, going in for a half hug and squeezing tobi's shoulders. a chaste, fleeting kiss is pressed to the corner of tobi's lips, tobi turning his head too late to snag vik's lips with his own. in his other hand, he noticed the younger man holding a tall, sweaty can with their brand's logo written lengthwise down the front, the smell of vodka and mixed berries lingering on his breath. tobi eyed vik's curved, full lips as they retreated and wondered if the bitter taste may go down any easier this time.
his mind is going at molasses pace right now, slow and dragging. he can't tear his eyes off vik's choice of clothing for the night. him and vik were the same size. to the unknowing eye, it could be as though vik had gone out and bought the reflective windbreaker by himself, for himself, to rep his boyfriend's brand. to be a sweet, supportive lover. how wholesome.
but tobi knew better, because he knew the details, and more importantly, he knew vik. he'd left his jacket over at vik's on accident a week or so back, the one that glowed iridescent, oil-slick neons against the light. he'd asked vik to bring it back to him when he got the chance, however by the time the next sidemen shoot had come and gone and tobi had left for home sans one returned jacket, it had been erased from tobi's mind that he'd ever owned it to begin with, his closet filled to the brim with various clothing, many of which neutral shades that all blended together.
now, seeing his jacket swathing vik's figure, the illvzn logo printed in big, bold lettering across his back, it was all coming back to tobi at breakneck speed, an active imagination sent spiraling as he wore out the tires of his mind with illicitly vivid fantasies. there were many possibilities, and tobi could lose himself entertaining each one. vik knew how much tobi liked him wearing his clothes.
so tobi knows he's being lured. that he's spellbound, being lulled by a beguiling force, going towards the singing siren who has every intention of letting him drown at sea. this is simply how the game goes. vik rags on tobi for always having trouble saying what he means, when vik could be no better at times, leaving tobi to sift for answers through all his carefully picked words and silent, insinuating ques — offering smug, calculated glimpses of his hand before the big, royal flush reveal.
"nice outfit." tobi compliments, straight to the point, patting vik's shoulder and smoothing out where the material wrinkled.
"yeah? you like it?" vik replies innocently enough, the quirk of a smile seeping into his voice, his eyes tilted up into pleased semi-circles.
"yeah, you wear it for me?" tobi asks, delivering the question like it were a joke despite the tiny, needling feeling of otherwise prickling all along his skin. vik doesn't make it any better, especially not with the coy smile and pointed look he throws over the rim of his can, batting his defined lashes before finishing the drink off in one smooth, fluid motion. tobi imagines the one-hundred-and-one things he wants to do sooner than later to the expanse of vik's throat as he watches that adam’s apple bob with every gulp.
"that's a good question," vik says, peering down at the silver tab of his can, "a very good question. i guess it depends on how much you like it."
vik tosses the ball back into tobi's court and he plays along, giving vik an even better question, "how long before you go on?"
vik checks his watch, gold plated and expensive, “in… twenty minutes,” he looks up, “why?”
leaning away from the crook of vik’s shoulder, tobi's surveys the area. a brief, hasty glance around the labyrinth of this club’s backstage proves there to be nobody watching, nobody even in the same proximity as them. security had found all their places to oversee the crowd, the music a faint, bassy echo from far away.
he'd passed a bathroom coming in, hadn't he? "c'mon."
tobi leads vik by the shoulder down the narrow corridor, an odd place for a bathroom to be placed, but backstages aren't accessible to the general public for a reason. the bathroom is smaller than it seemed, wide enough for tobi to stretch out both his arms without touching the other side, but not enough for there to be more than a meter left between the wall and where the tips of his fingers end. after ushering vik inside, tobi follows in his footsteps onto the tiled floor and closes the door behind them, metal shifting into place and a lock clicking shut. tobi glances over to the side, spying the shadowy figure of vik through the mirror in his peripheral, watching vik watch him flick on the light switch and bring the single bulb overhead to bright, humming life.
and he saw it coming, he did, but it stole the air from straight out his two lungs all the same when he’s met with vik’s smile — lax, and self-assured in the way tobi knew only came from when vik was comfortable and knowledgeable about the intricacies of a situation. the smile that came when he was clearly having far too much fun being a conniving little tease, and when he was confident in his ability to marionette the strings at a whim. he’d been waiting for this, tobi was without a shadow of a doubt.
tobi wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t a fool. he knew already he was being lured, and he gladly took the bait. he turned around to stand face-to-face with him, walking closer.
"you're wearing my jacket." tobi cuts to the chase, and if it isn't the sly, close-mouthed giggle that does it, then it's the smug quirk of vik's lips that gives him away. an absolutely evil smile masquerading as something sweet, just asking to be kissed away. vik lifts his sunglasses up until they push askew his fringe, dark eyes glittering shiny-bright.
"thought you might like it," vik says, "do you still want it back?"
"so you did wear it for me," tobi swallows, his eyes turning into greedy things as they roll over the expression of vik's face, his not-quite-his clothes, his quiet air of confidence that hung in every word he spoke — tobi hanging on his every word like they could sanctify, like they could grace him salvation. "how come?"
"didn't i already say?" vik intones, raising a brow as he sets his empty can down with a metally clink, "i thought you'd like it."
"and nothing else?" tobi asks, because something is telling him there's more to it than just that.
vik hums thoughtfully, "what other reason would there be?"
tobi could have thought of a few, but the wheels of his mind only kick up dust when vik slots their lips together, soft hands with warm palms pressing to either side of his face and competing with the stripe of heat already crawling across his nose to the tips of his ears. with vik, most things are simple, and kissing comes just as easy — a set of plush lips flush against his own, sliding in tandem. everything so slick and hot, heady and cottony-good, when tobi gathers enough of his sense back to pull vik in closer by the hips, a thumb running slow along the sharp line of his jaw, he drinks up the sigh of a giggle vik makes into his mouth like honey, the sound sweet and candied.
his mouth wanders down the column of vik's neck. so tobi had a few motivators of his own. his kisses are possessive and left red stains in their wake, clumped together like summer-ripe berries on the vine. pretty bruises climbing from the edge of vik's collarbone to the line of his bearded jaw, vik's pulse a steady thrum beneath pillowy, exploratory lips and the careful slip of teeth. vik sighs, pressing his body further against tobi's, curling two palms on either shoulder and resting them there. at some point, vik twists himself until his back is to tobi's chest, head angled into the crook of tobi's neck so he could return a couple soft kisses of his own. his hand finds the bone of vik's hip and holds, guiding them over to the vanity. tobi admires vik in the mirror, takes in the way his slim figure curves towards his own like a sunflower stretches toward the light. how his own clothes are nothing less than a perfect fit on him.
"it's a good look on you. outshining me in my own clothes is evil, vik." tobi speaks his mind, vik shaking his head.
"now, that just isn't true, mister model, " vik insists, his voice a half-step above a whisper, "but if it bothers you that much, you can go ahead and take them off me. i suppose i am getting pretty hot, anyway."
tobi has a lifetime's worth of deciphering tones, and about a decade under his belt of telling vik's roundabout demands apart from his goading dramatics. still, tobi had a tendency of getting talked into corners by him, which tobi knew all too well vik was more than willing to extort. with the way vik expectantly trailed off, he already knows what tobi's response is going to be.
"it doesn't bug me that much." of course, tobi would rather he keep it on.
"you sure?" vik teases, tripping over his own gasp-giggle when he earns himself a hard nip to the sensitive space beneath his ear.
"shush. the audience is right outside, y'know. they're gonna hear you being mean to me." tobi says, the sound of the bass from the main room distant, the cheering, whooping and hollering managing to make it all the way backstage, echoing faintly in the single bathroom. there's no way for anyone out there to hear them, obviously, but vik goes quiet nonetheless. something palpable is shifting in the air between them, something in the way vik's lips press together, how he swallows down what might've been a retort that got stuck halfway up his throat. tobi is nothing if not observant. spurred on by a whim, he starts pressing down on the proverbial gas pedal.
"they might even see these with all your bouncing around out there. and know who did them, too." tobi refers to the incriminating splotches of irritated red smattered all over vik's neck, gently tracing a finger from one sensitive spot to another as though playing connect the dots, or drawing up constellations, or just simply admiring his handiwork. nonetheless, it makes vik sigh and tilt his head over more, exposing more of the mottled, mulberry-bitten skin.
vik hums, swallows thickly, short on words. since when was he ever short on words? vik wants to say no thanks to you, witty and unperturbed, or it'll be too dark , something logically sound. just anything that doesn't land him deeper in the grave he's been digging himself all night. all his circuits are misfiring, and the lump sat heavy in his throat is keeping down everything smart he might've been able to reply.
"they could hear us." tobi continues, fiddling with the pieces that held vik's poised, fraying exterior together. going in for the kill, "and you like that, don't you."
it isn't a question.
"well, it's— it's more like..."
"that why you wore my jacket? so we'd end up like this?" everything's adding up, falling into place piece by piece. vik knew wearing his clothes turned tobi on to no end, knew he'd end up with tobi like this. and more than that, vik knew how to get what he wanted, persuasive and subtle. tobi had seen simon run laps around jj with his cunning before, watched how deceit and desire could dovetail so neatly together into action when quick wit and a silver tongue worked in tandem. sometimes, tobi could see such actions reflected like a mirror in vik, the beguiling man with a sweet, sugary smile that gave tobi a rush he prayed would never crash.
"adrenaline," vik insists, neither confirming nor denying and telling tobi all he needed to know, "it's adrenaline, it's natural."
"i think you want the crowd to know." and like that, vik's hand of cards goes flying, scattering hopelessly across the ground. he opens his mouth then closes it shut, looking down like he were reconsidering something. his face is burning, nervous and shame-flushed under the scrutiny of tobi's eyes. tobi, who doesn't miss the tiny dip of vik's cheek being bitten, or how his tongue darts over his dry bottom lip.
"it— it's complicated. and wrong. they don't know i'm… that it's— oh my god— you know!" the truth tumbles out of vik inarticulately, devoid of his natural eloquence.
"i do?" tobi raises a brow, "because i think the people would kill to see you like this. to hear you, too."
tobi rolls over all the new information in his brain, mentally unraveling the tightly-wound thing that was vikram barn and the crux of his needs. he's seen how vik positively glows from the praise of a job well done, how he drinks up validation by the gallon. vik's been praised all his life for his work and accomplishments, but it's only through tobi he gets praise so intimate. for being soft and authentic instead of the front he hams up for the camera, for the people. they're celebrities — people can look at them, but they can't touch them. people can love them, but they can't know them, not like this. never like how tobi had the creeping suspicion vik wished they could.
vik shivers, "they'd see me differently, though."
"do you want them to?" vik falls silent, choosing his words carefully.
"well, even if i did, i couldn’t let them. there’s the media, for one, reputations, dignity… do you see what i mean? it's complicated." vik tries to explain, keeping a moderate tone of voice. he isn’t looking at tobi through the mirror anymore, instead staring into his own reflection as though he were talking it out to himself.
"it's okay, you know. you aren't bad for liking this, lots of people do. i don't think it’s weird or anything." tobi comforts, vik's pointed stare telling him it didn't exactly quell his reservations.
"thanks, but that's you. you already know me . but what about somebody who doesn't?" vik's voice lowers, hush and cautiously low. through the mirror, tobi can watch how his eyes break away from his gaze and dart down to the vanity, losing to his imagination, " fuck, they're right out there…"
"and lots of them are here for you, aren't they?"
either vik is in quiet, reluctant agreement or he's ran out of words for rebuttal, tobi couldn't care anymore. what he cares about more than anything is unearthing his beautiful, bashful vik's desires, no matter how many layers of shame and repression they may be buried beneath. he was nurturing by nature, and always prepared to ladle and feed endless assurances if needed. if vik would let him. if tobi could show him.
his hands, deft and clever and experienced, hook their thumbs beneath the elastic hem of vik's pants, languidly dragging them down with his boxers in a single motion until his neglected arousal sprang free, needily bobbing in the air, swollen tip smeared with precum that glinted under the light. vik choked on his own cracking gasp, hips rocking up into his fist desperately as he chased that simmering, familiar bliss of a mounting release.
with his palm already coated from his own saliva and vik's leaking head, tobi twists his wrist on an upward slide, which might as well have been turning a dial with the way vik gasps and cants into the touch, insides boiling with molten, bubbling heat. pressing himself back into tobi's chest while tobi works on coaxing out pretty, soft noises to be rewarded with gentle, feathery kisses against the side of vik's bared neck, angled jaw, every and any place tobi could reach.
"that's it, baby." vik can hear tobi praise, and if he’s the one speaking in that hush, smooth tone of voice like a plume of smoke curling all around vik’s senses, then that can only mean vik is the one gradually filling the room with noises that break on every other glass syllable. fragmenting, shattering apart on pointed words made to pierce and deliberate, torturously good pumps of tobi’s hand.
as it dawns upon him, vik smushes a palm over his lips to stifle himself, the thought of being too loud and somebody overhearing shooting up his spine like a bolt of electricity, shocking him with the intensity of his want for just that. but tobi possessed an intuition sharp enough to cut through diamond, blessed with the ability to pierce straight through to the heart of the matter in record time. with his free hand, he grasped vik's wrist and yanked it away, holding it in place.
"let me hear you." tobi spoke right beside vik's ear, the ghost of his breath making vik shiver.
"tobi!" vik whines in a whisper-yell, his eyes bright and wide and anxious, curious, enraptured — crumbling underneath the merciless weight of his own need. he's burning up, skin so hot and alight, it's all but a miracle he hasn't caught fire. he can't restrain himself, bringing his other hand up and clapping it right back where the other left off, overheated flesh swallowing up the croak tobi got when he pulled the foreskin over his tip and thumbed over the sensitive underside, squeezing and holding.
tobi's brow furrows, eyes narrowing, something like irritation or disappointment flickering in the charry depths. he slows his strokes to a lazy, light pace, his fingers grazing the aching shaft, providing a pitiful excuse for friction. vik whimpers, displeased with the tempo change as he fruitlessly bucks his hips. his boxers still stretched taut around his trembling thighs, meanwhile his pants had succumbed to gravity, pooling around his ankles.
"tobi! don't stop, i'm so close…" vik begs in a pathetic mutter, head thrown back and narrowly missing tobi's face.
"don't cover your mouth, then." tobi states simply, laying down the law of the land. both ends of vik's swollen, spit-coated lips twitch into a bothered frown, both from the request and from the sensation of his orgasm steadily creeping away. vik pulls his hand down and redirects it, making it around halfway to his throbbing, flushed cock before tobi steals away his last source of pleasure, locking his other wrist in a grip that had previously been dedicated to his engorged shaft.
" don't. you aren't finishing until you stop holding back.” tobi reiterated, something sudden and covetous sparking to bright life in his chest. he was going to get vik to stop restraining himself one way or another. besides, what kind of man would he be if he didn't try to help his boyfriend feel as good as possible?
"but i can't!" vik manages to grit out, frustrated.
"can't or won't?"
" can't. "
and that was the root of it all, wasn’t it? vik, beneath all his nobility and pride, wanted more than anything the cheering approval of an adoring crowd. yet vik, the articulate, eloquent man who could speak for hours on end if given the chance, couldn’t give a voice to his own desires — his crippling wants, carnal needs. and tobi, the man with a possessive streak a mile long and a deep-rooted desire to take tender care of those he loved, didn't mind in the slightest.
there's a long pause, tobi looking over vik’s expression for any telltale sign of slow down or keep going, diligently searching for any clues towards actual discomfort. then, and only then, the other shoe drops, "alright."
vik hears it before he sees it, and it all comes tumbling down.
the flat, plastic release buckle of tobi’s belt is pinched undone, the subsequent hiss of nylon slipping against cotton pant loops noisy and riddled with promise. it isn’t too hard to wrestle vik’s wrists together behind his back, nor is it to wrap the belt once, twice, thrice around the twin appendages, as he tightens the course material and tugs it taut, the buckle closing shut with a satisfying click.
then, as kindly as one could, tobi all but drags vik to the ground, paying no mind to the startled hey! from above when he loses his footing. his knees encompass vik’s wiggling hips to keep him nice and still as he situates them both, shuffling backwards until his knees were parallel with vik's. there, he could lean forward and curl one warm hand around vik's waist, the other planted flat on the floor, five fingers evenly splayed.
meanwhile, the only thing vik can think of is how this was escalating fast. much faster than he had expected, and in a much different direction than he had anticipated. he had blinked once and now he was on his back, defenseless and caught. struggling as though it may save him, squirming with enough fervor for his shirt to ride up and expose a lengthy, enticing strip of his torso. his sweat-layered back kisses the unforgiving bathroom floor, and its freezing tiles are what put into perspective just how overheated he’s actually gotten, and just how much control had been stolen from right out under him.
he was vikkstar — multi-million dollar man, renowned youtube royalty, about to play for one of the most prestigious nightclubs london had to offer in less than however many minutes — floundering about helplessly, wrists bound, hopelessly laid out before his lover like a holy sacrifice. which maybe he was, because tobi was looking down upon him with eyes that were dark and smokey-hot like hellfire, eyeing vik up like he were about to chew him up and relish spitting out the bones.
and vik loved it. maybe he should have more decency than this. he'd grown up moderating himself, folding himself into neater paper planes, every action measured and on timely demand. there was always an image to maintain, a front to present, and when half his life had been spent before the blinking led of a camera, the line between a personal life and a professional life blurred until it melded into something one in the same. so vik doubled down and did everything he was expected to do, anything to maintain his status — laughed a hundred laughs, shook a hundred hands, nodded and agreed and smiled some more —
so lying supine on the dirty, cold floor of a semi-public bathroom half naked, cock weeping, fingers entwined tightly together, seeking the only leverage they could get? it was exhilarating. a shiny line of drool had spilled over his chewed bottom lip and crawled shamefully down his cheek, his lashes were fluttering, eyes struggling to stay open when tobi rewrapped his fingers snug around his shaft, and the looming threat of the crowd outside being able to hear, of eager fans being able to envision vik's reckoning, his fall from grace, had his cock twitching pitifully at the thought, a weak, dirty sound escaping him despite every muscle in his body going towards the effort of keeping down.
this was so risky. this was depraved and messy and everything vik was never meant to indulge in, but now that he's actually got it, he's never wanted anything more.
"someone means business." vik attempts to laugh like it were a friendly joke, but all that comes out is a mere nervous, meek puff of air. he allowed his agency to be swept away in the whirlwind of tobi's own desires and ulterior motives, privately wondering if this was the ulterior motive — vik dismantled beneath him, done up like a first-place prize. he barely put anything into fighting against the belt moonlighting as a restraint, only testing out the stiff material's strength for fun. because above everything and beyond that, he trusted tobi to know what he needed. if vik asked to stop, tobi would in an instant.
"oh, now you wanna run your mouth? alright. good to know." tobi nods to himself more than anyone else, giving the shaft in his hand a single, grueling pump that made vik gasp louder than he had been expecting. certainly louder than vik was himself, considering the way he immediately digs his teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip, twined wrists held in obedient place by tobi's fingers curved around the belt.
"there's five minutes until you go on. less until someone starts looking." tobi explains, softening the increments between his strokes, gradually picking up the pace until he hits a tempo that starts flickering heat to singe all along vik's arching spine, shimmering skin, crackling alight nerves, “so, you wanna cum before you go on stage? then you better let me know soon.”
“please, tobi, please. i need—” vik tries, hips canting up into tobi's fist as he chases the friction, desperate to make it back to the point he'd been denied earlier.
“eh? i can’t hear you.” tobi changes technique, twisting his wrist so that on the next upstroke, he could glide his thumb over the ridge on the underside of vik's cock, “try a little louder, baby.”
vik huffs out a choked noise, gaze tilting up towards the ceiling as he grapples with the options laid out before him. there were very few. he's not sure he's ever been this sensitive before, thighs tensing and legs twitching as he's expertly worked up to the edge.
"well?" tobi raises a brow, and when he begins to slow his hand again, vik makes a needy, pitched, absolutely perfect noise which is still soft, but shaky and quivering. testing. it’s all tobi needs. he grins like the cat who got the canary, bending forward to plant an affirming peck to vik's cheek for being so cute — so wonderfully predictable.
tobi takes him into his mouth, sealing his lips around his cock like a promise and sucking down with intent. vik stutters out a gasp and curses, turns his head to the side and squints bleary, dark eyes shut. tobi was playing dirty, skillfully maneuvering his tongue along the shaft, pulling back foreskin and circling the tip. this was a form of comeuppance, vik was certain. and credit where credit's due, tobi earned it.
getting vik into a vulnerable position like this was hard, and smashing down all the dignified walls he's spent a lifetime constructing around the reason he even went through with all of this to begin with — secret, hedonistic indulgence, was even harder. he'd never admit to anything like this out of his own free will. however, tobi saw right through him, straight through to the crux of his desires beneath. vik can barely breathe trying to keep quiet anymore, so finally, he folds.
he begs, he moans, he gets loud. louder than he had to be, and much louder than tobi was expecting, honestly. but it didn't matter, not when vik was unraveling beneath him, picked apart until he was nothing more than simple, delicate pieces laid out before him. groaning and whining high in his throat, squirming and gasping like he's dying, like he's coming back to life, like he's immolating alive as saints do for their gods, his shame gone away with every bob and swallow of tobi's throat.
"tobi, tobi!" vik wheezes staccato repetitions of his name, crying out mindless vowels that rasp and catch on the end of one other, "please, don't stop."
tobi's a bit occupied, but he does encourage vik with a pleased hum that made the warm, twin thighs held steady by the insides of tobi's own shiver. he adds in a fleeting kiss to the underside of his head, muttering sweet affirmations before dipping back to work, unraveling the last fraying threads that hold vik in all his disheveled glory together.
"close," vik barely manages to strain a warning out of himself, expression scrunched tight, skin burning up, twitching hips and spine curving right off the floor as he nears the edge, "tobi—!"
tobi sucks down and vik yells hoarse and abrupt, like he hadn't been expecting the force. muscles seizing taut, wrists chaffed, everything white-hot and scalding from the inside out as he gracelessly tumbles over the peak and finishes down tobi's throat, wishing he had the strength to open his eyes and watch tobi swallow, or to maybe even try sitting up, to do anything other than lie brainless upon the bathroom floor as a rolling, molten orgasm wracked his nerves and kept on going. further and further, until it was far beyond what vik had experienced before.
there are a few moments where everything is blissfully warm, where the seconds feel merciful and move by syrupy-slow. a few moments where tobi gets to watch vik grapple with the aftermath of his release. then, inevitably, the seconds pass and there's reality knocking at the door, "hey, are you alright in there?"
tobi keeps pointedly silent, unwilling to give any more clue as to being in the bathroom, too. vik's eyes are wide and glassy, bottom lip chewed until swollen. his chest is still heaving, drags of air stolen in stuttering breaths that he simultaneously tries to quiet, barely recovered from what very well may be the strongest orgasm of his life.
when the door handle rattles, vik speaks up in a frazzled, stumbling panic, "don't—! it's— it's all fine, i'm good."
"vik? what happened? i heard yelling." vik and tobi share a look, both men dreadfully aware of one of them and their unfortunate inability to lie on the spot. to feel useful, tobi begins helping vik sit up, proceeding to undo the buckle and slip the belt off vik's wrists, careful to keep the process silent throughout. and he doesn't linger on the sight of the rosy, irritated marks of red left in its wake. definitely not.
"i, uh, fell… the floor got wet from washing my hands, i turned to leave and down i went." despite there being physically no way for the security guard to see him in the first place, vik still talks with his hands, speaking towards the door and gesturing to the floor. tobi nearly breaks out into giggles, amused and tense and incredulous that — for the most part, at least — they were about to get off scot-free.
"oh…" the muffled voice sounds less than convinced, disbelief written all over his slow tone of voice, "well, uh, if you're alright, then you're meant to go on in like, less than a minute. we've been trying to find you."
vik hisses, "shit. sorry, i'll be out in a sec."
the guard gives an obligatory alright, before they can hear him walk off. vik lets out a shuddering exhale, tossing his head limply forward while he brings himself up onto a pair of wobbling legs.
"he totally heard." vik shakes his head, tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling up his pants. he readjusts his shirt and jacket, the material loudly crinkling when vik tugs and straightens it out.
"maybe not," tobi says with no conviction whatsoever. vik huffs out a laugh, walking over to the mirror.
"right, just probably."
"didn't you want to be heard?"
vik shushes tobi, but he can't fight the way his lip corners ever so slightly twitch upward, having to concede. vik was unable to go back and forth, anyway, not when he was much too worn and more so short on time. he studies himself in the mirror, sucking in a quick, hitching breath. tobi peeks at the reflection and spies the adorning marks where vik pulled aside his shirt hem, all clumped together on one side of his neck and falling across his collarbone, down to his chest like a cluster of carmine stars.
right. the reason vik bothered with all this in the first place. vik catches tobi's ogling in the mirror. tobi meets his gaze and instantly breaks eye contact, pretending to look interested in the wall.
"think anyone will see?" vik, the bastard, asks with a lilting tone because he knows it'll fluster tobi more. he fixes his shirt in a way that manages to cover most, but definitely not all of the kiss-stained skin, closely examining the leftovers.
"maybe," tobi closes the distance and places his hands on vik's shoulders, vik bringing his own warm hand up to gently rest on top of one, "with all those lights flashing, it'll be hard to notice anything."
vik hums, "what a shame." a wide, cheeky smile finally curling along his lips as he trails off, eyeing tobi's mouth. after diving in for one final, hasty kiss, vik is gone out the door. tobi supposes he should wait here for a little, finish himself off and get the guards off their backs.
and when tobi leaves the tepid bathroom at last, ducks below the entrance to behind the mainstage and spots his lover shouting out to the crowd, emanating enough radiant joy to outcompete the sun, tobi can't stop smiling. vik's figure is illuminated with light, pigmented by fluorescents, and doused every bright hue imaginable.
from behind him, tobi snags a few glimpses of the love bites that occasionally peek out over his windbreaker lapels whenever vik bounces energetically. tobi's windbreaker worn by vik, who's come to thrive under the attention of thousands, and who couldn't live without an audience to shine for in every possible way. who was tobi's, and hollered into the crowd like he was the only one worth hearing.
he is, tobi thinks, he really is.