valentine
“Are you really working today?”
Vox looks up from his paperwork, raising an eyebrow. “It's Monday, why wouldn't I be working?”
“It's Valentine’s Day.” Valentino leans across the desk and grabs Vox's tie.
“So? Go spend it with one of your whores.” He grabs his tie back and frowns. “Seriously, do I look like I celebrate that shit?”
“You're supposed to spend it with someone special, Voxxie. Not whores.” Valentino has walked over behind Vox's chair to drape over him. “You'll have fun, I promise.”
Vox stopped listening the second ‘someone special’ came out of Valentino's mouth. He's just glad the other man is behind him now because his entire screen feels like it's about to overheat. “Look, Val-”
Before he can say anything Valentino's hands are sliding over his chest and he really should push him away, but ‘someone special’ keeps playing through his head like a broken record.
The next year Valentino wakes up to 5 dozen roses and breakfast in bed.