Looking [Vin Diesel/Adrian Paul RPS]
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Title: Looking
Author:
zillah975
Rating: R [Language, implied BDSM]
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Vin Diesel/Adrian Paul
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Entirely fiction, no truth to it whatsoever. As far as I know, these two men have never even met.
[Takes place in the summer of 1995, following Cannes, Take 1 and Take 2.]
Vin had thought for several days about what he should do next, but in the end all he did was fly back to New York and go to work. Cannes seemed like a pocket of time that only existed in his imagination, except for Adrian. That part, he was sure of.
He just didn't know what to do about it. Not yet. Something would come up, though, he was sure of that, too. Something would come to him, and it'd be the right thing. As long as Adrian was a member, Vin could find him if he needed to, and it eased the anxiousness. It was like money in the bank, or at least it was like having someone's bank account number.
Six weeks pass that way, and summer is heating up, shimmering off the asphalt in the daytime and radiating up from the ground at night, and the club is cool respite. Vin changes into his uniform in the employee locker room, would've come already dressed for work but it's too fucking hot outside and he doesn't want to get it wrinkled. Not that it would matter a lot, so few of the members notice security at all unless something happens, but it matters to Vin. He likes the look, for one thing. Its sleek black lines are simple, intimidating, but not aggressive; it helps him do his job, and he's proud of the job he does. He's proud to look the part.
He's trotting down the stairs from the staff lounge towards the bar when he sees Adrian come in, recognizes him instantly, the way he moves, broad shoulders and lean hips, and Vin slips out of sight before Adrian spots him, and watches him go into the bar.
"Fuck," he breathes, scowling. "Fuck."
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Author:
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Rating: R [Language, implied BDSM]
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Vin Diesel/Adrian Paul
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Entirely fiction, no truth to it whatsoever. As far as I know, these two men have never even met.
[Takes place in the summer of 1995, following Cannes, Take 1 and Take 2.]
Vin had thought for several days about what he should do next, but in the end all he did was fly back to New York and go to work. Cannes seemed like a pocket of time that only existed in his imagination, except for Adrian. That part, he was sure of.
He just didn't know what to do about it. Not yet. Something would come up, though, he was sure of that, too. Something would come to him, and it'd be the right thing. As long as Adrian was a member, Vin could find him if he needed to, and it eased the anxiousness. It was like money in the bank, or at least it was like having someone's bank account number.
Six weeks pass that way, and summer is heating up, shimmering off the asphalt in the daytime and radiating up from the ground at night, and the club is cool respite. Vin changes into his uniform in the employee locker room, would've come already dressed for work but it's too fucking hot outside and he doesn't want to get it wrinkled. Not that it would matter a lot, so few of the members notice security at all unless something happens, but it matters to Vin. He likes the look, for one thing. Its sleek black lines are simple, intimidating, but not aggressive; it helps him do his job, and he's proud of the job he does. He's proud to look the part.
He's trotting down the stairs from the staff lounge towards the bar when he sees Adrian come in, recognizes him instantly, the way he moves, broad shoulders and lean hips, and Vin slips out of sight before Adrian spots him, and watches him go into the bar.
"Fuck," he breathes, scowling. "Fuck."
Read more....