Rick flinched and then glared at Vincent when he was slapped. Not really thinking much he done the same thing to the other male.
"Stop ordering me around", he said quietly.

Vincent rubbed the ass cheek he had slapped out if apology and he nuzzled his nose against Rick's gently. "Don't turn your head away from me...please...I like seeing your expressions." he said softly. "I need to see it all. Every expression you make, because if I can't see how you feel, I don't know what works and what doesn't."

"Well.. I guess it's fair enough..", he sighed, shrugging and then added, being his blunt self. "And I don't know what to think about doing all those things you mentioned. I'm quite confused right now.. and I'm not a fan of feeling like that.."

Vincent blinked at what Rick said. "Confused? Confused about what?" he asked softly as he started rubbing one of Rick's hips, not really in a sexual way but more of an affectionate way. The minute he heard confused, he became a little worried. He didn't know why it made him so concerned, it wasn't like Rick was completely rejecting him.

"About what I feel about all those things", he said with a small sigh. "My body reacts in a way that surprises me greatly."

"To be honest...it's scary the first few times around when you find out you like these things. Sometimes, you don't want your body to react that way or this way, but it does anyway. It's not you that gets to decide what gets you up." Vincent said softly. "Sometimes, you just go with what your body tells you."

"Well.. yes.. though it's still quite embarrassing", sighed and then added, shrugging. "Fine, let's do one of the things you mentioned. The tattoo. I don't mind having one as far as it is not your name or something like 'whore' or 'slut'."

"How about I just put my name...right here?" Vincent said pausing to think as he looked at Rick's body for a moment, then showing Rick where he wanted to put it by rubbing his finger lightly across Rick's stomach.

"No fuckin' way", he said, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you mad? Okay.. who am I even asking..?"
Rolling his eyes he sighed.

Vincent reached up and he moved some hair out of Rick's face. "I just want to be sure that when and if you leave, that you won't have anyone else trying to...you know." he said softly. That was something that was bothering him. He couldn't follow Rick around, especially during the day when the sun was out. No amount of blood could give him that much immunity to sunlight. He suddenly felt paranoid about what Rick would do if he left.