If there was one thing that pissed him off in this world it was people who used other to get what they wanted and never even doing anything in return or thanking anyone. When Mathias told him he got used sometimes he couldnâ€™t help but frown slightly and ever so slightly tilted his head, a sympathetic expression etched on his face. Sometimes he felt like he was being used by people to make his father look good or something but never has he had people use him for a free luxury. He really did appreciate what he did for him, he wouldnâ€™t lie that it was really nice. Nobody ever said Victor was an ungrateful bastard who didnâ€™t appreciate anything people did for himâ€¦ much like his father. Deciding not to think too much about him anymore he just turned his attention back to Mathias. The guy was nowhere near as bad as he thought he would be. He was expecting the â€˜rebelâ€™ types he sees in school who tell the teachers and everyone else who seemingly opposed them to fuck off.<br/><br/>Then again as he said before he was not use to being around people his own age. It was wrong to jump to conclusions, however, either way.<br/><br/>He went to say something to the guy but he suddenly came over to him and kissed him as he had before. Instantly, his entire body tensed then relaxed, he closed his eyes; he seemed to be both trying to control himself and figure out what was going on. A small part of him was sad when Mathias pulled away and he felt himself blushing as well. Honestly he was not entirely sure how to react to the kiss a second time. Emotions were so conflicted, thoughts were conflicted, and his business self was kicking him in the face for actually enjoying what he had just experienced. Oh, he definitely knew how he felt, but he was not sure how to react and ended up seemingly staring off into space. It took a moment for all of what the male said to register before he snapped back to reality.<br/><br/>Victorâ€™s mouth opened to say something but his blush deepened and he was almost afraid. He always knew this side of him existed but he was never able to share it with anyone. It was all so weird, so foreign to him. But why was he so quiet? Well part of him was afraid of being too pushy like he almost had been before, and part of him was saying that this man was from a different world than he was so he should back down and just stick to the assignment. Everything made his head feel like it was going to either split open or explode, or fuck it, maybe it would do both at the same time with everything running through it right now. And what made it worse was that he had just met the guy and he was thinking about making out with him. That was not how this sort of thing worked. It wasnâ€™t like he was in some book or something.<br/><br/>â€œYeah, Iâ€™d say,â€ he managed to murmur, â€œbutâ€¦ Iâ€¦ Iâ€™m ok with it, I guess.â€ As stupid as he probably sounded he had to give himself credit for at least being able to say that much. He wasnâ€™t a complete loser, right? Oh what the hell was he thinkingâ€¦? One thing was for certainâ€¦ Victor had half a mind to tell the guy to do it again. But would he? Probably not, considering they just met and this was supposed to be a business trip and not a one night stand sort of thing or whatever the fuck this was becoming. Puppy love? Something like that. He felt extremely awkward to top everything off; he wasnâ€™t sure whether or not he wanted to puke from all these odd feelings. Hoping to avoid puking he just took a couple sips from his tea, took a deep breath.<br/><br/>Recovering a second time had been a lot harder. But nevertheless he did feel his mood begin to brighten again.