Dear, if you are taking requests… i desperately need modern Valarr x reader x Aerion, where boyfriends are boyfriends too 😉Thank you!!!
Mind the Gap
✧:·. ۪۪۫۫ ༄ modern!aerion x f reader x valarr
rating: sfw
cw: just fluff, banter, strong language, suggestive flirting, kissing, polyamory, the bfs are bfs
wc: 2.2k
a/n: not written as targcest (no mention of relation) but up to reader discretion ig. anyone want an nsfw part 2?? apologies for how late this is my life has been busyyy
Your foot tapped impatiently against the wheels of your chair as you stared down the minute hand on the clock across from your desk. Just a few more moments, you thought.
Although on any given day you eagerly awaited the end of your shift, today was especially exciting because it was one of the first truly warm and sunny evenings of spring. And a sunny evening in London was too good an opportunity to waste. After a seemingly never-ending winter of dreary grey skies, you intended to soak up all the sunshine you could.
Of course you wouldn’t be alone.
You didn’t even need to send them a text to organize the meetup. They knew the plan.
Any sunny day was cause to spend the evening celebrating at The Dragon’s Stone, your favorite pub. No exceptions.
You packed up your things and made your way inside the densely packed elevator. Peeking through the glass window, you spotted a familiar figure standing poised and dignified. Ever the gentleman, Valarr waited outside your office building’s main entrance for you.
He looked like something straight out of a Ralph Lauren collection, sporting a double breasted jacket with matching pinstriped trousers. As you pushed your way through the revolving doors you couldn’t fail to notice how some of your coworkers ahead of you lingered their gaze in his direction.
Not surprising.
Valarr was everything refined and groomed, the picture of grace as he sauntered through the streets of Canary Wharf. It was as if his very presence enhanced the surroundings.
You could guess the thought no doubt running through their minds: how did you pull such a catch?
You smiled inwardly.
Oh they only knew the half of it.
“Give us a good look then darling.” Valarr reached out for your hand and held it above your head, prompting you to perform a small twirl for him. You fought the blood that rushed to your cheeks, feeling equal parts sheepish and smitten. He had a way of always making you feel like a princess.
You obeyed of course, and when you completed your spin and faced him head on again, he used his interlaced fingers to pull your body forward and meet you midway for a light kiss. It was sweet and juvenile, but he didn’t pull away directly afterwards. Instead, he stayed pressed against you a moment longer, his bottom lip brushing your cheek as he whispered, “I think your boss knows better than to ask you to work overtime now.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re an idiot you know that,” but you welcomed his arm as it wrapped around your lower back and maneuvered you beside his hip. Side by side, you began your walk through the golden light of the day, sharing details of your mundane days and laughing over alleged workplace gossip.
The easy conversation and casual intimacy made quick work of the journey, and before you knew it your feet delivered you to the front steps of The Dragon’s Stone. Only, the wooden tables lined out front were filling up quickly. It seems you weren’t the only ones with such a great idea.
“Save us a spot will you? I’ll be right back.” Valarr spoke gently, before adorning your temple with another soft kiss. At his instruction, you turned towards the beer garden in search of empty space along the benches.
After confirming with other customers that the empty spot were not reserved for anyone, you sat down on the plank of wood and laid your jacket to the side.
A few minutes later Valarr returned with the drinks. He held three pints between his two hands, gripping the glasses with outstretched fingers. He carefully made his way over to you, his brows twisting in an effort to not accidentally drop a glass. You smiled at the creases that formed on his forehead, finding his concentration endearing.
Even though you had a career of your own and a decent salary to match, you couldn’t remember the last time you paid for any food or drinks when you went out with Valarr. He simply wouldn’t allow it. He lived to serve those close to his heart.
He set the glasses on the table with a gentle thud and took his seat opposite you.
“I thought he’d be here already. I know he didn’t have any work today.” Valarr huffed, his voice dripped with disappointment.
“Well we won’t have to wait long,” you answered, a smile making it’s way to your lips as you eyed the spiky head of silver hair approaching your position.
Before Valarr had a chance to shift in his seat and follow your field of vision, two lanky arms slithered around his front and pinned him to his spot. Aerion rested his elbows on Valarr’s shoulders as he addressed the both of you, “Miss me?”
Valarr didn’t dare give him the satisfaction of telling him he did in fact miss him already, and just groaned at his arrogance.
“You’re lucky you came in the nick of time. We would’ve finished ours by now,” you countered trying to appear nonplussed about his arrival.
He gave you his shit-eating grin, “Bollocks. You would’ve waited until it was as warm as piss I tell you.”
That’s all it took to break your mask. You couldn’t help but laugh at his self-assuredness. And well-he was correct.
Aerion dragged his hands back up Valarr’s chest and gave his shoulders a squeeze before making his way to the bench on the other side. He wore a cropped shirt and low-waisted black jeans, revealing a fair part of his abdomen-and underwear. Life as an entrepreneur meant that he needed never succumb to the formality of boring office wear. You picked up your jacket- which had been instrumental as a reservation tactic-and wrapped it around your waist to make space for him.
As he settled in you handed him his pint, and the three of you toasted together, “CHEERS.”
After a few sips, Aerion fixated on Valarr once again, “Gods you look stiff you know that.”
Valarr just huffed out of his nose, his eyes half lidded. He had grown accustomed to Aerion’s signature style of flirting, which was of course: hurling out insulting jests.
You hummed in agreement with Aerion, “Too right. You’d best take some of that off.”
Valarr looked across the table with one eyebrow cocked. The people seated opposite him were acting like anxious puppies, all to see him start stripping. If he squinted he could almost imagine their tails wagging.
He took another swig of his drink and then leisurely took his suit jacket off, gently folding it and laying it across his lap.
Aerion reached across the table and grabbed the end of Valarr’s red tie in one swift motion, pulling Valarr flush against the table, “Hmm still look like a proper git to me.” Valarr narrowed his eyes in annoyance but Aerion stayed strong, boring into his eyes in contest.
Seeing as there was no way around it, Valarr used his fingers to elegantly undo the cufflinks near his wrist, and pushed the fabric of his dress shirt up to his elbows. On both arms.
Feeling satisfied with the display of skin, Aerion played with the tie like a long piece of ribbon in the hands of a child and finally released it, letting it flop atop the table.
“Not quite,” you added, and pointed to his collar.
Valarr scoffed but obliged. His ring-adorned fingers crept their way inside the Windsor Knot at the center of his collar. You could make out the veins on his exposed forearms now as he tugged on the fabric and loosened the constraint. To top it all off, he made quick work of unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, deciding to beating you two to the punch of what would most likely be your next demand.
At the sight of his of the exposed collarbones you gave a low catcalling whistle and you could’ve sworn you saw the tip of his ears tinge with red.
The next half hour passed in a blur. Soon enough, you needed another round to cool down from the full sun. Valarr-once again-paid.
As he returned with the latest refreshments, Aerion piped up “Ooh daddy’s money over here.”
“I think you mean a banking career, mate.”
“Ah I’m your mate now, is that it?” Aerion gave him strained look.
“Like you’re one to talk.” You dipped your head towards Aerion. “Isn’t your father also a man of big importance or some such?”
Aerion lifted his chin up in a dignified manner, like he hadn’t heard what you just said. “I like to think of myself as an independent purveyor of artistic insights. A real grassroots movement of truth,” he declared, somehow with no shame or embarrassment. You bit your tongue to stop from laughing.
“Seven hells.” Valarr muttered under his breath.
“See now that’s what every Eton-educated prick would say.” You teased in a light-hearted manner.
Valarr looked over his left and right shoulder before inching closer towards you. With his hands covering his mouth in mock discretion, he egged you on. “You know he only bought that flat in the East End for the grunge edge it gave his personal brand. He actually stays at one of his father’s homes in Mayfair most weekdays!”
You made an over-exaggerated and theatrical gasp, “No!”
Aerion still pretended not to hear you both. But his jaw seemed tighter somehow.
Valarr tried to get Aerion’s attention focused on him again. “What even is a creative director?”
Aerion decided to entertain his train of inquiry. “It’s a valued contribution to society,” he asserted and cocked his head to the side.
A devious smirk plastered Valarr’s face as he continued, “Ah is that what they’re calling taking half nude portraits nowadays.”
Aerion didn’t rise to the bait this time, and coolly responded, “I could fit you two into my schedule some time if you like.”
Valarr just smiled and replied, “I think you have enough portraits of us at home.”
“Maybe a special video of us then…”Aerion let the suggestion hang in the silence between you three. You began to consider what he proposed. A homemade movie of the three of you-maybe even shot on some of Aerion’s artsy 35mm film. Imagine. The rolls and rolls of miniature frames of your bodies enmeshed together. It would probably measure from one hallway to the next. Talk about one hell of a trophy.
Aerion’s voice snapped you back to the present, “Oi this one’s looking about as red as her knickers.”
You gave him a hard shove at his side but he only laughed louder.
“So you are wearing those ones. No doubt with the uh matching…” He made a motion in the air circling your nipples from afar and you slapped his hands away.
Your body felt physically hot from all the embarrassment.
And the arousal.
“Alright enough of that. We need to address the really important world events happening soon, like my birthday! You lot better have the most perfect gifts ready for me.” You put on your best smug look as your head swiveled between the two.
“Why else do you think I was running late?” Aerion mentioned offhandedly, more into his pint than anything else, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Although he tried to put on a tough exterior, you knew he was a deeply attentive and passionate person. No doubt he was making you a gift by hand, some original piece of art that he had spent weeks on.
Aerion was everything Valarr was not: spontaneous, impulsive, and temperamental. He brought out a daring side in you, one you thought you had buried long ago. They tempered each other; the heat against the cool.
“Everything will be ready for this weekend,” Valarr added.
“Perfect! I’ve been thinking about it and I want to throw a little party this Saturday to celebrate with all my favorite people.”
“But we’re your favorite people?” Aerion rebutted. Valarr mimicked his mannerisms, so both of them were laying their heads against their fist, their eyebrow raised in your direction.
“Well you’re the top two,” you reassured them, “but I mean my other favorites as well! Tanselle is coming early-”
“Ughhhh.”Aerion let out a guttural groan.
“Hushhhh,” you slurred trying to refocus the conversation once more. “Tanselle is coming over early on Saturday to help with the decorations. Aerion, I know how you two fancy a good debate but please, maybe we can dispense with the verbal jousting, just for this weekend.”
“So long as she doesn’t insult me first.”
“That was ONE TIME. Also I’m inviting Duncan so get your disapproval out of your system now while-”
Before you could even finish that sentence you were overpowered by two obnoxious wails. To be expected honestly.
“Stop this whinging. I’ll have you know he’s very sweet! You two might try to get to know him better. At the very least, try to carry a civil conversation with him.”
“A whole conversation? With the oaf?” Aerion pondered, genuinely perplexed.
“He is a bit thick,” Valarr murmured.
“Hard to believe he’s from the same Galway that birthed my glorious KETTAMA.” Aerion sighed, with a sort of longing and adoration that you couldn’t tell if he was taking the piss or not.
You shook your head at all the dramatics displayed before you.
