Friday, February First, 7:02 A.M…

Tour life sucked for the boys. Well, it was fun, but the practice in between often sucked. Their very first practice ran an hour late because Jaime couldn’t remember four different chords to A Match Into Water and Vic was patient, working with him.

Tony had passed out on a sound box until Mike woke him up to begin rehersing again.

Another show was tomorrow in Baltimore, Maryland. I was a little excited because I wanted to talk to Mike to see if we could catch up with All Time Low, who had just finished their tour with You Me at Six and Of Mice and Men. They should be back in their home state.

Slowly, I hoped out of my bunk, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. Peeking into Vic’s bunk, I saw two forms curled into one another, sleeping soundly. Seeing that Tony was half hanging out of his own bunk and Mike had disappeared from his, I didn’t have to guess who the second form sleeping with the singer was.

With silent steps, I slowly inched out into the front lounge. The warm morning light couldn’t penetrate the locked blinds. Only the glow let me know that it was early in the morning.

I scanned the dark room with eyes adjusting to the lack of lights. A form was sleeping heavily on the couch. One of his arms flopped out, as if in a half desperate attempt to open the laptop that lay on the floor next to him. His chest rose and fell like that of a sleeping hawk; asleep, but seeming to jump into action at a creak of a floorboard. His hair was unkempt, like he had been restless at night but managed not to fall off the cushions.

I smiled as he let out a sleepy sigh. Leaning over, I settled myself on top of his chest, resting my head on his bare chest. Mike told me he always hated to sleep in shirts. The drummer’s heartbeat thumped like the bass drums his played. Curling up on his warm skin, I felt the heat radiate off of me. Casually, I tucked the blanket around us. My hand rand down his chest, imagining the inked patterns on his chest.

Hands wrapped around me; I shivered at the sudden touch, slightly surprised.

“Hey baby girl.” He whispered, his long hair tickling my cheek as he leaned up against the pillow he had slept on.

“Hello, Whiskyhands.” I murmured back, pulling the blanket over us as he moved. His hand ran over the top of my head. I pushed my nose against his collarbone, eyelids fluttering closed like two butterflies resting daintily.

“Did I fall asleep on the couch? I swore I went to bed.” He grumbled.

“You fell asleep here. Your laptop is closed.” I responded as I kissed his shoulder, too lazy and too tired to do anything else. His feet intertwined with mine in response. His hand trailed to my hip, rubbing his thumb against a little patch of exposed skin.

“Oh good. You’re so cold.” He whispered.

“And you’re so warm.”

“True.” He yawned. His hand found its way partially under my shirt, running his fingers lightly over my skin, making me quiver under his touch. He wordlessly traced patterns on my side and hip, just letting his warm hand wander over my bare stomach. I didn’t mind. It actually felt kind of good.

“Please, I want it so badly!” A voice whispered from the bunk areas. I opened my eyes halfway, trying to figure out who it was. It kind of sounded like Mike, but further away.

“Was that you?” I asked Mike, barely under my breath. He shook his head.

“No, I’m not ready for this. Just calm yourself, Jaime.” Vic was the one that was whispering that. I opened my mouth in a silent ‘oh!’ as I looked to Mike. His eyes were wide as well!

Were they talking about…doing it!?

“Please, I’ve got everything to make it easy. It’ll be clean and sweet, not rough at all.” Jaime whined loudly.

“But what if I like it rough?” Vic teased. Mike poked my sides and held me down as I tried to get up. I wanted to hear more! I stopped resisting and finally lay back down against his side. We both listened.

“Is your brother going to do it with Himes?” I whispered into his ear.

“Sounds like it.” Mike made a disgusted face and shivered. I wrapped my arm around his waist.

“Come on, please?” Jaime begged.

“Keep your voice down, Himes! You’ll wake the others!”

“Come on, I’ll make it sweet and slow and you’ll love how delicious it will be.” Jaime coaxed.

DELICIOUS!? Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew…..

I nearly gagged.

Vic started to moan as Jaime whispered something I couldn’t make out. I could tell Vic was really getting into it when Jaime started whispering, “Come on baby, you’ll love it.” Over and over.

“Stop them!” I hissed to Mike. He shook his head and tried to block out the sounds.

A few minutes later, Vic and Jaime emerged from the bunk they had just….shared. Vic flipped on the lights, one arm around Jaime’s waist. They were both wearing pajama bottoms and no shirts. Dirty images swirled in my mind and were impossible to get out.

“Let’s do it, baby, let’s-MIKE!?” Vic nearly shouted as he spotted the two of us cuddled up on the couch. I gagged a little as Jaime jumped out of Vic’s arms. Jaime’s eyes went wide as he gasped for air after the shock.

“You two are the dirtiest, nastiest, weirdest people ever! Sex at seven thirty in the morning!? Seriously!?” Mike hissed loudly. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

“Um, Jaime and I were not just…doing it!” Vic defended, stammering in the process. That didn’t exactly help his case. Jaime clung onto the singer’s shoulder, eyes wide and his body shaking.

“Sure, sure…and I’m guessing you just like to moan for fun? And seriously, talking about it as…delicious? I think I’m gonna hurl.” Mike choked out. Vic froze, holding up his hands in defense.

“Wait, you heard all of that?” The bassists questioned. I nodded and grimaced.

“Yeah, all of it.” I responded.

“Oh, that wasn’t us doing the sexy time.” Jaime detached from Vic and went over, stooping down to snatch something large from under a cabinet.

“Um, the moaning?” Mike questioned. Vic went over to sit on the ground by Mike. Jaime was busy in the back setting up a…waffle iron?

“I wanted food but didn’t want to get out of bed so Jaime offered to make me waffles and I kept on refusing so he tried to tempt me with how delicious they were going to be, so I was trying to get him to stop so I could sleep.” Vic explained, his face turning from his scared pale white back to a faint blush. Okay, that makes a little more sense. I guess it really wasn’t a sexual moan, more like a…food moan, I guess?

“So that was the delicious part?” Mike asked. Jaime walked over, ruffling Vic’s hair gently. He stood by the sitting Fuentes, who leaned against his leg. Jaime shook a can of whipped cream.

“Actually, I told him that if you let the iron slowly heat up, then the batter is sweeter and the add whip cream. It tastes like heaven.” Jaime offered. Vic nudged the man’s thigh, looking up to him with care written in his eyes.

“And just to clarify the slow and sweet versus rough thing, Jaime was telling me that he would make sure that the waffles would cook so that there would be no bubbles in the batter, which make the texture kind of rough.” Vic explained. Jaime rested his hand on the singer’s messed up hair. I closed my eyes.

Well, I guess a conversation about sex and waffles sounds very similar.

“You guys have the dirtiest minds ever. I mean, seriously! Did you really expect us to do that stuff?” Jaime tisked. I nodded.

“It’s you two. I wouldn’t put it past both of you.” I pointed out. Vic pouted, causing Jaime to run his fingers over his hair in response to the distress.

“And if we were going to ‘do it’, we wouldn’t do it at seven thirty in the morning while everyone was around. I’d say back lounge, late at night while you guys are out drinking.” Vic responded sassily. Himes looked down at him in surprise.

“Um, are you trying to suggest something?”

“If you mean suggest we make waffles in the back lounge late at night while they’re all drinking, then yes, I would suggest that.” Vic grinned like a little kid. Jaime chuckled, helping Vic stand up. I just shook my head.

Those two boys, what are you going to do with them?

“Now, who wants waffles?” Jaime asked. I mumbled an agreement as the two boys turned their backs. Vic slid his arm back into position around Jaime’s waist, leaning into his shoulder. Jaime laid his head on top of the singer’s.

“Are those two dating?” I asked Mike. He returned his gaze back to me. He shrugged, holding me down against him. I snuggled into his side.

“Officially or unofficially?”

“Both.”

“For the fans, we don’t release info. Yeah, they’ve mostly pieced it together, but it’s unofficial in public. Between the band, they haven’t told us anything, but actions speak louder than words.” He nodded to the two. Vic was now sleepily leaning into Jaime’s chest, both arms around his back. Somehow, the bassist managed to multitask and flip the waffle iron while holding Vic against him.

I’ll never understand those two.

However, Jaime made some damn good waffles.

Notes

Hello, all my awesome readers!

First of all, I just want to say....that waffle/thought-to-be sex scene tho XD How many of you were honestly thinking that Jaime and Vic were doing it in their bunk? I almost had myself fooled their for a moment! XD

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