Not announced, per say. I would still allow things to take their natural course, but I probably wouldn't have went through as much effort to stay hidden.
[He kisses Cater's forehead.]
Now, that said, I won't do anything without your blessing. And if you continue to want things as private as possible, we can certainly go that route. It's definitely much more feasible in a secluded location like NRC.
I can handle whatever route we take. My only concern is how it impacts you.
Hah...I've really been so worried about nothing, haven't I?
[Making all these assumptions, pretending it was for Vil's benefit when it was really himself. All his insecurities, the fear of all of this ending. Well, now it's louder and more clear than ever: Vil had said forever and he was holding the door, waiting. Taking his hand, Cater kisses the back of the supermodel's knuckles.]
[What starts as a slow softness from to Vil's kiss turns into enthusiasm, a slowly rising excitement as the possibilities of tomorrow begin to effect his body language. He throws his arms around the other boy's shoulders, wanting to wrap him up with all the affection he's felt for so many years and never let go. Like in one kiss he can communicate all the times he'd watched from afar, wishing he could cheer him on in person. All the times he'd been too put down to reach out, all the times he swallowed his feelings for fear of reproach. Cater wants Vil to feel all of it, see all of it.]
[There's a pleased, slightly surprised hum at the increase in energy, but Vil gives back just as much. He'd missed Cater so damn much. More than he'd ever wanted to admit to himself. The grief of loss would've been immobilizing.
Now he's here and he wants him. Not for his money or for his looks but for him. So much that he would endure panic attacks and nervous meltdowns and toxic fans all for him.
It's enough to take his breath away and make him feel lightheaded.
Feeling emboldened, he decides to test his luck by opening his mouth slightly and pressing his tongue against Cater's lips.]
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[He kisses Cater's forehead.]
Now, that said, I won't do anything without your blessing. And if you continue to want things as private as possible, we can certainly go that route. It's definitely much more feasible in a secluded location like NRC.
I can handle whatever route we take. My only concern is how it impacts you.
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[Making all these assumptions, pretending it was for Vil's benefit when it was really himself. All his insecurities, the fear of all of this ending. Well, now it's louder and more clear than ever: Vil had said forever and he was holding the door, waiting. Taking his hand, Cater kisses the back of the supermodel's knuckles.]
I think I'm done hiding.
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Good. Because there's nothing for you to hide or feel ashamed of, either.
[And he presses a slow, lingering kiss to Cater's lips once more.]
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Now he's here and he wants him. Not for his money or for his looks but for him. So much that he would endure panic attacks and nervous meltdowns and toxic fans all for him.
It's enough to take his breath away and make him feel lightheaded.
Feeling emboldened, he decides to test his luck by opening his mouth slightly and pressing his tongue against Cater's lips.]