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WHO: Faraday
WHERE: North Village, house
WHEN: 1/20
OPEN TO: Vasquez
WARNINGS: Will updated as needed

Faraday wasn't sure what to think when he'd gotten a box that contained wood, a few small items, and instructions. He doesn't know a time of Ikea and premade kits to help a person be handy, but he certainly knows how to use his hand for such projects as the one that lay before him.

Sneaking time when the others were around, he found himself devoting a lot of time to the project. It's not a concern he's shown before to such things, but this is for Alejandro, and so he takes all the time he can to make it as perfect as he might.

He spends time sanding and then oiling the wood, cutting it carefully and then sanding out any burrs from the cuts. The stitching causes his hands to cramp, nearly going cross eyed to get them lined up exactly, trying to make them as perfectly aligned as he might. Using tiny brads and an awl, he attaches each of the leather pieces to keep the box hinged, to allow it to protect the cigarettes that will be kept within. Hours are spent carefully sanding and carving out the hollows to allow each cigarette to nestle into the pockets. Once it's all put together, Joshua carefully oils the entire piece to seal it.

Wrapping the wooden box in brown paper and twine, he left it laying on the bed in Vasquez's room while he's out, knowing he'll find it sooner than later. They're badly done, a shaky hand writing them, but there's a small J.F. printed on one corner of the front of the wrapping.

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Given the life he's led, the way he's moved on from everything, there is a part of his brain that wants this to last as long as he can. He's only known a life where pleasures are short lived and to be enjoyed as long as you can.

But he knows this is more than that, that they have more. It's in this home they're making, the things they're doing for themselves, and it's something that's part of his life now. Even if he's still nervous about losing it.

Trembling, feeling a shiver along his spine as both hands move to tangle into those silken curls. Wanting to move, to fuck against that perfect mouth and yet actually caring if he took too much, if he hurt Alejandro. His hips rocking shallowly as he moaned, whispering soft words that were in part Vasquez's name and in part muted curse as his breath caught and he came with a sound that was more keening than groan.

Vasquez grips at Faraday's hip and if he were to try and go harder, faster, he knows that he could take it. He doesn't want to back away to say that, though, so instead, he uses the suction of his mouth and the determination he has to try and prove it, glad when he comes and Vasquez can ease back, licking his lips.

So satisfied, he's sure his levels of smugness are off the charts. "So? You think this is an equal gift for what I got you?"

For a moment Joshua can do nothing but sit there, eyes closed and his head back. His heart is racing, hands trembling, and his entire body feeling alive in ways he's never thought possible. There's something about Vasquez's skill that has him positively stunned.

"I can tell you two things," he murmurs, eyes finally fluttering open to look at the man before him, reaching for him. "It's never been like that, and I don't feel my present is quite enough for that," he teases.

Vasquez intends to crawl back up Faraday, but not in the chair. He's got his new gift, he's got his man, and he has a bed where they can do this. "Well, in that case, I'm glad there's no one you can compare to me," he quips and heads to sprawl out.

"Come here, you can be exhausted and sexually sated somewhere more comfortable. I'm going to smoke," he says, from his very brand new and nice holder.

Groaning again, smirking at him as he looks at Vasquez with heat and emotions, things he's not even sure how to handle all of the things racing in his mind. Instead though he moves to rise, a bit uncertain on his feet as he moves to wrap his arms around Vasquez's waist. Leaning in, he kisses the back of his neck.

"I'm going where you go, so lead on."