Vega admitted that he thought about bringing Quill into his office a few times. These thoughts were fleeting, mixed with that urge of sexual fantasy and budding feelings of kink. During slow periods he'd daydream of stripping the other man down to that jacket and taking him right in the middle of his office - Unfortunately he didn't really try applying it into action. The logistics of actually getting Quill into the base were difficult. Vega would have to put a warrant out on Quill, and frankly there were worse people on Omega. Right. Totally why he never did it.

James looked down at his drink of choice with a smirk. They'd met and drunk bonded over tequila... and it just seemed to stick. There's a kiss, and Vega smiled. It's too bad they didn't get down time like this more often. "Blame the Blue Suns. They're being a pain in the ass." Not in a good way, sadly.

Speaking of such, Vega takes the liberty of relaxing his hips and letting Quill straddle him to the best of his ability. Those pants would be leaving sooner rather than later. "Shots. Try and keep up." Vega somehow managed to pour the shots through the large hunk of a man blocking him, before handing one to his friend. "Cheers?"