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Victony ᥫ᭡.—Busy Boy: Oneshot

(A lot of this oneshot is inspired by a smut shot I saw a bit ago! I cannot remember the user for the life of me, but if this sparks anybody’s memory, plsplsplspls put user in comments :))

Tony Perry was a busy boy.

He always has been.

From the moment he was in school, he was enrolled in sports like soccer, lacrosse, wrestling, and even football.

The boy was smart, and he could go. Taking college level classes in the ninth grade, and he was always on time with work. No matter how his day went, he found himself sitting at the desk in his room. Scribbling away at the trigonometry, or chemistry, or whatever dual enrollment classes he was in.

And that didn’t change as he got older.

He just had to go.

Sure, some may call him a workaholic, but to him, he’s just keeping himself busy while earning money and the benefits of working.

But now, it’s not just his mom that keeps him company. It’s not just her calling him down to dinner at six every night that he had to deal with.

Now, he has a roommate. A boyfriend.

Boyfriend’s name is Vic.

Vic is a sweet guy. He’s shorter than Tony, has long, wavy hair, and is a people pleaser.

So when tony asks for Vic to make him breakfast,

He makes him breakfast.

When Tony asks Vic to make him lunch,

Vic makes him lunch.

When Tony asks Vic to make him dinner, and accompany that with a glass of bourbon,

Vic makes, plates, and pours a nice cup of bourbon for the man.

Vic loves where they’re at. They live in an almost luxury apartment/penthouse building. They have an adorable little puppy named Leslie, and time to spare.

Well, vic does. But he’s not sure that’s the best thing from all of this.

Tony insisted Vic stayed home. Begged, and pleaded. Wanting Vic to be his perfect little house husband. Cook, clean, and give Tony all he needs.

And that’s what Vic does.

But as Tony gets sucked more and more into work,

the less attention he gives Vic.

And the less attention Vic gets,

the more distant they become.

Vic finds himself in a loop. He gets up at 6 every morning, showers, drys his hair, changes into his running outfit, and goes to run. He runs around the building and down the block a few times until he’s too out of breath.

Then, he comes back, takes another shower—but this time, it’s cold—and then changes into his usually comfortable clothes for the day.

He goes to the kitchen, makes himself a yogurt with fruit, and eats that while he makes tony a bagel with salmon and avocado.

And right by the time he’s done cooking, Tony has risen and stumbles out to the kitchen. Grabbing his plate, giving vic a quick peck on the lips, and goes over to his work desk in the living room.

The light from his computer is seen through the big floor to ceiling window all day. He barely gives himself a break.

To busy himself, Vic cleans the already spotless places he had just cleaned the day before. He walks Leslie, and makes Tony snacks, lunch, and dinner.

They barely speak during the day.

And one night; Vic gets tired. He gets tired of being the only active one. He gets tired of living with his boyfriend, but not seeing his boyfriend. Even though he’s at his desk, he’s barely present.

It’s around eight. It’s winter time, so the sun has long set. Leaving the big window to show the city lights below their beautiful building. Vic is already dressed up in his sleep clothes.

An old, worn out, orange shirt. The neckline stretched from being worn almost every single night for the past ten years. So stretched it hangs off of one of Vic’s shoulders.

Beneath the shirt, around his waist and thighs, are a pair of normal boxers.

That’s all. Plain. Simple. Comfortable.

He walks up. The sound of the soles of his feet hitting the hardwood floor fill the silence around them. Other than Tony’s rapid typing.

Vic walks up, and tugs at Tony’s chair. Pulling him back a bit, before he sits. Right on Tony’s lap.

Tony sighs. Bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes. But he doesn’t look at Vic. The boy now perched on him like a koala, hugging his side.

“Vic, I’m busy.” Tony says flatly. His hands coming down to push at Vic’s thighs. The push is gentle, but it’s still there.

Vic just stares at Tony for a second. Feeling the man’s hands push at his thighs. Like he wants him off.

Before he does just that. Gets off. But not without a sigh.

Biting back the sour feeling in his throat, he goes into their bedroom. Tugging a pair of sweatpants from their dresser, and up his legs. No words, no sounds coming from the male.

Tony barely notices, but he feels a slight pang in his chest. Vic didn’t even try to protest like he usually does.

Tony heard Vic’s feet pad against the wooden floor as he comes out of their bedroom, and over to the dining table. He can hear the soft scrape of the cigarette carton as vic pulls it from the table. Heading outside and onto the balcony with no words. No signals.

Tony can hear the glass sliding door slide open, then shut. And when it’s shut, he looks over.

He watches Vic’s form slump down into the bench chair outside. Bringing his knees up to his chest as he gets situated.

Just the sight makes him feel a bit worse.

Vic sniffles as he flips the cigarette tab open, and pulls one out. Bringing the white and orange stick to his lips, holding it between them.

He cups his hand over the end of the stick, before flicking the lighter with the thumb of his other hand. Hearing the flick, and watching the flame rise from the hole.

He feels the warmth of the flame in the palm of his hand as he brings the flame to the butt of the cigarette. Watching it glow from yellow, to orange, to red, before he takes his thumb from the lighter and sets it down beside him on the arm of the bench.

Leaning back a bit more, he takes in a long puff. Holding the smoke in until it stings the sides of his lungs, before exhaling through his nose slowly.

The smoke just barely visible through the darkness as it curves around his face.

Tony just watches. Feeling helpless. He glances over at his bright computer screen, then back to Vic through the glass of the sliding door.

He feels an invisible tug towards Vic’s direction.

So slowly, he stands up. His chair creaking from the loss of his weight. His knees pop, and his lower back feels sore, but he ignores the feelings.

His steps are heavy as he walks to the door. His hand comes to tug on the door handle, but his wrist feels weak. His hand resting on the handle as he just stares.

Watching vic take in long puffs. Watching him hold it in until he’s straining. Watching the smoke curl up, and disappear as it’s swept away by the cold air.

The cold air that’s making vic shiver slightly.

Tony finally finds the strength to slide the door open. Vic doesn’t look in Tony’s direction, but he hears it. He hears the door open, and then close. He hears Tony’s heavy footsteps come over to him, and feels him sit down, almost tentatively, next to him on the bench.

Tony sits close. His shoulder pressing against Vic’s, until he turns a bit to face the male better.

He leans down after a moment of just staring. Pressing a soft kiss to Vic’s exposed, cold shoulder.

And Vic leans in a bit. Leaning into Tony’s kiss. His warmth. His scent. His presence.

Because no matter how hard he tries to give Tony the cold shoulder, he knows he can’t.

The two of them are silent for a long while. The only sounds being Vic’s exhales, and the sounds of cars passing below their building.

Before Vic finally speaks.

“you work too much.”

“….”

His voice is soft. Quiet. A whisper. The quirk of a little shiver in the word “too”, because the cold air is catching up to his exposed arms. His face a bit nipped. The tip of his nose, and his cheeks a light pink shade.

“i’m sorry.”

“….”

“it doesn’t feel like you’re ever around. you just—up and pushed me off of you.”

“….”

“i know. i’m sorry.”

“stop apologizing.”

There’s a silence that follows after. It’s the first almost awkward silence the two have had in months. Filled with a soft sigh from Vic. Flicking his cigarette out and dropping it to the concrete floor.

“i just want us to be comfortable.” he finally says. His words lacking his usual confidence. They’re actually rather shaky.

“we are.”

“well, financially. we barely speak.”

“it’s hard, tony.”

“i know.”

“im really trying.”

“i am too.”

Again, there’s another silence. There’s a soft spark of tension between the two. Awkward tension. Strain.

Tony slowly reaches out. Wrapping his arm around Vic’s waist, before moving the male. Pulling him onto his lap, just like he was earlier.

Feeling Vic’s thighs on either side of his own. His cold, shaky hands coming up to Tony’s shoulders. His face flat. His eyes on Tony’s.

“you need to figure out what you’re doing.”

“i am. I just—I can’t not be doing anything. why get a hobby when I can just get paid to do something????” He says with a short lived, humorless laugh.

“you could get a hobby of hanging out with your boyfriend.” He says flatly. Earning a soft, almost guilt-filled sigh from Tony. Sucking on his teeth and nodding.

Tony’s fingers toy with the thick fabric of Vic’s waistband of his sweatpants. Flicking the elastic band, hearing it snap softly against Vic’s hip. He gently pushes his fingers past the resistance. Tugging Vic a bit closer.

“ill—I’ll take time off. tomorrow.”

“and you’ll make the time off regular.”

“I know you want the best for us, but we already have that. We have plenty.”

Tony just nods.

The two of them sit there silently. Vic drops his head onto Tony’s right shoulder. His nose pressed against the stubble-covered nook between Tony’s jaw and neck. Letting out a long breath against the warm skin, earning a soft shiver from Tony.

Tony lets out a long breath. Rubbing one of his hands up and down Vic’s spine-y back, while the other gently pushes past his waistband. Feeling the warmth of his thighs and butt.

They sit there. Feeling each other, and just breathing. Being close for the first time in a long while. Close close.

eventually, the two of them head to bed together for the first time in months. Not even bothering to change as they crawl under the sheets, kick their pants off and pull their shirts up and over their heads, before their arms are wrapped around each other.

Their legs tangled. Scrambled like a puzzle, and their chests touching. Their foreheads pressed together, and their breaths mixing between them as one.

The two men sleep through the night like this. Not leaving this position.

In fact, they get even closer.

The next morning is spent with the two of them rising at the same time. They lay there, speaking with their chalky voices before they get up. Sharing a bath, brushing their teeth together, and drying each-other off.

Vic skips his morning run, because he thinks he would rather be in the position they’re both in right now.

Vic standing at the counter, watching as the waffle maker smokes a bit and rises as the batter cooks.

Tony stands beside him. The sound between their talking, and the batter bubbling, is the slice of a knife as Tony cuts up some fruits.

Breakfast is plated together for once, and eaten together at the dining table.

That of which they needed to clean off before they sat down. It had been a while.

The rest of the day is spent with them practically glued. Sitting as close as possible on the couch, being as close as possible in the store, and never not touching.

That day is what Tony needed. Realizing he’d rather have his hands all over his boyfriend during the day, instead of his keyboard.

He’d rather be smiling and laughing, rather than sitting there with a straight face. Yawning as he stares at a gradually warping screen.

From then on, Tony makes it a point to be there.

To be next to his boyfriend, instead of in his office chair.

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What was sheep cat, where did they get it from and where did it go??

sheepcat was the band ‘mascot’ until like 2010! im pretty sure a fan gave it to them, but it was originally a barbie playset toy called marshmallow the cat!

it became the mascot bc vic would show it to the camera during their livechats, and the fans dubbed it ‘sheepcat’. they made up silly lore abt tony hating sheepcat bc it ‘touched him in a bad place’

tony said that he’s not sure where it went, but its probably still in their old band room or another member has it!

it originally came with a little milk bottle and a collar, but their sheepcat didnt have those :,(

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