Life Support {ManxBoy} | Mature Content

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Vance stared up at ceiling, laying on his back as Cyro all but laid out on top of him. He knew the blonde was awake and had considered pushing him off of him to go get his cellphone out of his pants pocket but he'd been considering that for the last twenty minutes and he still hadn't done it. Oddly he just didn't feel like it, he was content laying there, even though the thought of semen drying between his and Cyro's bodies made him cringe he still didn't feel like moving.

"How's your neck?" Cyro asked breaking the silence after what seemed like an eternity. For a few minutes Vance wasn't really sure what he was talking about, then he remembered the way Cyro had clawed him just barely an hour ago. He chuckled slightly when he remembered how Cyro had done the same thing the first time they'd slept together. It was obvious that it was going to be a habit of his.

"Fine, but you should really clip your claws once a month though, we don't want you getting stuck in the furniture, okay?"

"Oh har har." Cyro rolled his eyes, pinching the base of Vance's throat before lifting himself up onto his elbows to look down at his husband. He contemplated the thought for a moment, the fact that the man laying beneath him, staring off into space, was in fact legally his husband. While it was true that after their discussion they certainly knew more about each other Cyro couldn't help but wonder how much was left. His mind raced, thinking of his friends and families and relationships he's seen in movies, as he contemplated how much did real couples really know about each other.

Maybe it was silly to even care, Cyro would be lying if he ever said he hadn't tried to convince himself that that was the answer in the last month and a half he'd been with Vance. It would make everything easier if he could convince himself to resign to the fact that they'd be divorced in ten years or so and that trying to make this relationship into anything other than a business deal was pointless. He wished he could, but he couldn't.

"Do you think I'm stupid for wanting this relationship to be real?" Cyro asked suddenly, causing Vance to look down at him arching a brow as he waited for Cyro to elaborate. "I mean, I know you married me to get custody of your daughter and that's it but I can't make myself happy thinking this is just a business deal, that's why I'm so obsessed with wanting to know you, I think."

Vance stared at the younger man for a moment before looking back at the ceiling. He wasn't saying anything that Vance hadn't already figured out, at least he was almost certain he had figured that part of Cyro out. He knew Cyro was a compulsive people pleaser. He did whatever he felt everyone needed of him. On the same note Vance couldn't help but wonder if this was more of the unknown side of Cyro, Vance couldn't tell if this was Cyro still wanting to make everyone else happy or if it was a selfish desire coming from the other personality he kept hidden.

"You're like a cupcake with a rock in the middle, you know that?" Vance sighed rolling his eyes before focusing his gaze back on the confused blonde. Not really knowing why, he gave into the urge to bury his fingers into Cyro's wavy mess of hair. "You look sweet and innocent. Always acting like you want everyone to be happy but I think really, you're a lot like me, just trying to find self-validation through others. Though personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"Oh, hmm." Cyro mind trailed off, leaning into his husband's hand as he realized he'd never thought of it like that. It was probably partly true, but something told him it wasn't completely true. He enjoyed doing things to make others happy because it made him happy, he'd never thought it was self-validation but maybe it was. After a while he gave up on thinking about it, laying back down against Vance's chest, sinking back into the oddly comfortable silence before another question popped into his mind. "Hey, so how do you know you like sex?"

"If I cum." Vance replied shrugging slightly, sliding his hand free of Cyro's hair.

"That's stupid, that's like saying you like a sport if you win." Cyro huffed, shuffling to slid off of Vance's chest, sitting on the edge of the bed. He stretched for a moment as he mentally tried to motivate himself to go take a shower so he could go back to sleep. It was already Sunday and he had no place to be, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he would probably end up just sleeping the rest of the day. "I mean, how do you know you like playing the sport and not just winning?"

"I think that's up to the player, some people play cause they like the way it feels, some people play for the exercise, some people play because they know they win, some people play because they like supporting their team." Vance replied, laughing a bit to himself at the sports reference. Rolling over onto his side til he was facing Cyro's back Vance stretchered slowly before asking Cyro to hand him his phone. Cyro found the phone easily handing it to Vance before finally getting off the bed to rummage through the closet for his pajamas, he was still getting used to having his clothes share space with someone else's clothes.