**JAIME’S POV**


I didn’t sleep that night. I stayed up with my boyfriend. Or, I guess ex. I ran my fingers through his soft, fluffy hair. Vic always resembled an angel when he slept. His eyes were at peace and his face was soft and almost smiling. I never wanted this to end. But all good things come to an end, I’ve learned.
I shifted myself, trying not to break the scabs on my navel. My hand accidently thumped Vic over the head and I froze. I didn’t want this to end so easily. Not now.
“Nghh…” Vic moaned, then his drowsy eyes met with my nervous ones. He brushed his hand across my stomach and felt the scab. His eyes widened again. He must have forgotten. Maybe it was a dream, maybe he thought. I couldn’t hold back the tears boiling in my eyes. I was so ashamed. His eyes calmed as he finally got himself to lift the covers and see his name carved in my lower stomach. Vic paused, taking it in. a tear from his cheek dripped onto my chest. He silently crawled down to my scars and observed them closer, causing him to let another tear drop.
“D-Don’t hate me,” I whispered, trying not to wake Danny, James, Ben, Sam, or Cameryn. He looked up from my injury to me with the saddest look I’ve ever seen. Vic looked back down at what I had done. “Well, s-say something,” I couldn’t handle his speechlessness.
Vic leaned closer to my stomach and…kissed it. He kissed my scars. Each letter. Each kiss softer than the last. His lips slowly trailed up past my belly button, up my chest, and he pecked my neck. He left my neck and glared at me because I gave him a look of confusion. Did he forgive me? Were we okay? Did he know what happened? Did someone explain to him?
All of my questions were answered when he crushed his lips forcefully against mine. I let a low moan escape out of surprise. I pulled away, almost sobbing quietly.
“I love you…”
“I love you too.” He whispered, smiling softly. That smile. It was mine once again. I pulled him back in and kissed him again. The lustful kiss escalated as he pushed his tongue through my mouth, entangling with each other. I ran a hand up and down his back and he groaned as I traced small pictures on his back.
Our breathing sped up as the kiss got faster and more aggressive. He went back to my neck, biting and nipping at my heated skin. I couldn’t help but buck my hips up against his since I couldn’t moan without waking the others. Vic pushed right back against mine, rubbing our groins against each other, The friction was too much for me. I’m guessing it was for Vic too, because his hands wandered down to my pants, attempting to unbutton them. I assisted him, not skipping a beat while kissing the boy.
I blushed deeply as he started to palm my bulge. I broke the kiss and groaned in his ear, sending shivers down my spine. Vic pecked my neck, chest, and each letter again. He ran his tongue lightly against the scars, tracing each letter with his warm, wet tongue. I bucked again, trying not to let any noises escape. He looked up and smirked as he slowly reached in my boxers and pulled out my hard member. I blushed. I never liked my body, but so far he doesn’t seem to mind.
Vic hardly flicked his tongue at my head, causing it to just grow harder. His gaze never left mine. It was so arousing seeing him go down on me.
“Come on, Vic,” I whispered. “No more teasing.”
“Yes sir,” he chuckled quietly. He suddenly engulfed me his mouth, his lips almost meeting the base on my dick. I bucked my hips up against him, groaning into his pillow. His mouth felt as if it was melting around me. A warm feeling slowly was spreading through my fingertips as he started to bob his head, gradually going faster and faster. He’d come up and swirl his tongue around my tip, loving my reactions. My face tensed up and I threw my head back in pleasure. When he laughed against my cock, the vibrations sent pleasure throughout my body.
Vic came up for air, lightly panting, now sitting up. I smirked at him, and he smirked back. I leaned forward and licked my lover’s lips sloppily, turning into a French kiss. Vic’s touch was so intoxicating, that I could hardly prop myself on my elbows because of the violent shaking. Our tongues danced outside our mouths as Vic grinded his rough denim against my member.
I reached down to help him out. I fidgeted with his button until it was finally free and I slipped off his skinny jeans along with his underwear. He got back on top of me and straddled me, our growths touching. My elbows collapsed under me and I laid back down. Vic just grinned. He leaned down again.
“I wanna go all the way.” His whisper was written in lust and need. He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling a bit.
“Anything for you.”
“You sure?” he grinned.
“I’ve been waiting for this for like, 6 years. I’ve been ready.” I chuckled.
Vic laughed quietly. I’m so surprised we haven’t woken anyone up. But that was the least of my worries at this point. I can’t believe this is going to happen. I’m not a virgin, but this is my first time with a guy, and I’m so glad it’s with Vic.
I watched Vic intensely as he positioned himself on top of me. Very slowly, he slid my growth into him. His entrance was like a tight ring around me. I groaned in a long, low voice as his hips lowered onto me. I watched his face cringe in pleasure, making me harder, if possible. Once I was all the way in, he sat for a minute, lightly panting.
“You okay?”
“Y-Yeah…” he muttered under his breath. “Just..a tight fit.”
I held his hips in place. “Then lemme do the work,” I smirked. Instantly, I thrusted up into him while holding him still.
“Nghhh!” he moaned a bit louder, grabbing onto my arms for something to grip onto. After a few more thrusts, he started to bounce himself on me, whimpering with each thrust. Once he got a rhythm, he leaned down and started kissing me again, grinding his hips back and forth, causing me to groan into his mouth. I helped by pushing up into him and running my fingernails down his back. Vic’s orgasmic noises soon got faster and heavier, as did mine.
“Jai-..me.. I’m gonna..” he tried to spit out the words, but I knew what he meant. I just took his tongue into my mouth and pounded into him with everything I had. He shrieked into my mouth, my tongue muting most of it. I came inside him, and he followed, coming all over my stomach.
Vic took me out of him and licked my stomach clean. Oh my god. Watching him clean up his own mess is beyond anything I’ve dreamed of. He then leaned down a bit further and kissed my scar once more before flopping next me. We stared into each other’s eyes with love, as we laid panting. I wrapped my arms around the boy.
“I love you. So much,” I smiled.
“I love you too. Never leave me.”

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Well, here we are. We were all at Mikey and Vic’s house since we weren’t touring. 4 years have gone by, and we’re still as close as ever. Some sarcasm and attitude entered the relationship, but we like it that way. Just like bros who hang out. Except we also have sex. And kiss. And other fun stuff. But yeah. Our band has taken off after the release of “Collide With the Sky”. Fuenciado is all over the internet, and we don’t mind. It makes the fans happy and we’d do anything for them. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the attention. Yesterday, I also got my Vic scar turned into a tattoo of his name. It looked wicked. But its all a part of my plan tonight. Tonight is our 4 year anniversary, and the night I’m going to ask him to marry me.
I had just showered and I was now doing my hair. I’m wearing a black buttoned up shirt that was tucked into my dress pants that complimented my shiny, black shoes. I sprayed my hair with hair spray and then my neck with cologne. I looked down at the ring I had bought for Vic open on the dresser. It was a simple golden band. As simple and valuable as he was to me. I smiled at it and then to the mirror. I’m ready. My plan is to ask him to marry me in front of everyone, and then go to dinner.
I left Mikey’s room and into the living room. Tony, Mike, and Vic all laid sprawled across the couch. They’re eyes all fell on me and they all gasped.
“Damn Jaime,” Tony smiled. “You clean up good.”
“Yeah, what’s the occasion?” Mikey puffed his cigarette.
“Me and Vic are going to dinner tonight.”
“Yeah, dinner. Not a wedding.” He laughed sarcastically. I frowned.
“Well, I wanted to make tonight special.” I sat next to him with hope in my voice as I smiled shyly.
“Why? We’ve had anniversary dinners before.” Vic didn’t look away from the Nutella commercial on the television. I frowned again. Not that he noticed.
“Vic?”
“Um, what?” he asked, raising a confused eyebrow.
“Look at me.” I turned the TV off and lifted his chin, ignoring Mike’s complaining.
“Okay, what?”
“Marry me?” I dropped to one knee and lifted my shirt out of my pants, showing him the intricate tattoo. His chin dropped as I pulled the ring out. I smiled big. “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. You make me the happiest man in the world. I couldn’t ask for anything else. You’ve stuck with me through thick and thin, through weird and goofy. And I never want that to change.”
I said, as he started tearing up.
“No crying-“
“Yes.” He smiled big as a tear dripped down his face. “I’ll marry you.”

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