I’ve been on a huge VoxVal kick recently, and I’ve also been yearning for some “faking it” content cause it’s one of my favorite tropes but I never run into it
So Val is feeling very deprived of attention from Vox, he’s just too busy for him these days. He’ll try to make a pass at dinner, over the phone, wear tighter clothes or less clothes around, but nothing is getting his attention, it’s all “not now’s” and “I’m busy’s.” 😔
So Val thinks back, when was the last time he got Vox’s true undivided attention. It was…last week when he was examining final cuts of his upcoming releases, and Vox couldn’t stop staring at the nurse role play film he shot. Every-time Angel sneezed, Voxs eyes grew increasingly fixated and his face grew even more flushed. Even if his sight wasn’t the best, Val was great at noticing things.
So, he calls Angel to ask for whatever the hell kinda substance they used on that shoot, calls his makeup artist in, and blows his hair drier on high in his own face for like 25 minute.
Vox walks into their shared loft that night, and as soon as Val here’s the door shift he takes a bit of powder in his nose, wraps himself in a blanket, and lays down in bed. He can hear Vox put down his keys and walk around, but he’s not even calling out for him 😡🥺. As the powder kicks in, he lets himself build up the most languid dramatic vocal, teasing sneeze he can.
That certainly gets Voxs attention. He hears him approaching the bedroom doorway and starts pretending to shiver under the covers.
Val allows himself another sneeze, a little less loud than the first, but still whiney. He sniffles and sits up, wrapping the blanket around himself.
“I…uh-“ Vox swallows. “What’s going on-“
“I don’t know, cariño. I was fine this morning, but all of a sudden I started feeling so achey and cold, and my…my” he’s playing it up, cause if Vox recognizes that he’s faking it, he’s gonna get a show. He fans his face, building up vocally like he trained Angel to do for that film last night week, sneezing high pitched and lingering on the “choo,” giving a little moan after.
“Mm. Perdón. My nose won’t leave me alone. Come to bed, mi amor. I’m so cold.”
He can see Vox’s eyes settle in the exact same way they did before, lazed focused while his screen flushes. He takes off his shoes, his jacket, his shirt, until he’s wearing nothing but his boxers and socks.
Vox places a hand on Val’s face. “You do feel a little hot.”
Val cuddles up to him. “Not as hot as you, warm me up baby.”
Val can heel Voxs dick through his boxers. He’s got him right where he wants him. One more good sneeze should do the trick. His head tilts back, but before he can let go, Vox places a finger just under his nostrils.
“Ah ah ah. So needy. Wait till I let you.”
This kinky bastard, Val thinks to himself. But he’s got his undivided attention, so he’s gotten what he wanted. His nostrils flare, his breath hitches, but he’s not one to beg. He fans his face in the way he noticed Vox likes, while his TV man snatches a tissue with his hand. Val moans out tiny little closed mouth whines to entertain his lover. Vox switches his finger for the tissues and lets Val release the itch.
As he blows into the tissue, Vox sighs with his eyes closed. “I don’t feel good, Voxy,” though his smirk communicated otherwise.
