Cid, thoroughly exhausted, again woke up with Vincent’s hand up his shirt. Why? Because the other man couldn’t get enough of him apparently.

He had a hunch. Vincent hadn’t seen him in more than a month. On top of that, Cid was slacking on shaving so he was a little scruffier than usual.

Vincent would be damned if he said he didn’t like the scruff.

While still half asleep, Cid pulled Vincent’s hand off and away from him. “Not right now, Vince.”