This Love Was Out of Control
Hey Baby, Here's That Song You Wanted
“I’m not tired,” I stated, walking up the stairs with Vic.
“In that case, I’ll start the explaining…as soon as we get into my room and cuddle under the covers,” he smiled while taking my hand. “By the way, I think Mike went to go stay at a friend’s house. I don‘t see him anywhere so yeah.”
We reached his room and I jumped on the bed as well as he did. I pulled myself up and rested my head on his chest. I felt his fast-thumping heart beat inside his shirt.
He ran his fingers through my hair. “To start, I never meant for you to think that I was pushing you away. The reason I didn’t want you around me for a few weeks was because I was writing a song…for you…and if you were to be around me, I would never finish writing it. You would be my ultimate distraction,” Vic elaborated, leaning his head on mine. “You’re my boyfriend, Jaime. My everything. I wouldn’t push you away. I want you near me. Don’t forget, I love you.”
He kissed my forehead. I immediately pulled his face closer to mine and cupped both his cheeks. I touched his soft lips to mine. Our kissing increased intensity instantly. (do you hear that fucking alliteration?!) I extracted the cover from us and sat on top of him.
“So you weren’t pushing me away? You just wanted to write a song for me?” I asked, pausing our make out session.
“Of course not. I love you. I’ll sing you the song tomorrow if you like?”
I nodded in agreement and pressed my lips against his. I slid my tongue on his bottom lip, craving for entry. He quickly parted his lips and grinded our hips together. Our bodies began to move as one; like two professional dancers doing the romantic Rumba on a dark starry night.
“Make love to me,” I breathed out.
“Are you asking?” he smiled while staring in my eyes.
“No, I’m demanding it,” I laughed.
“Are you being sarcastic, Jaime?”
“Maaaaaybe…but no seriously. I want you. Right here, right now.”
“This calls for a Smackdown!” he hollered, punching his fist in the palm of his hand.
“You think you can beat me, punk?!” I joked with him.
“I’ll kick your fucking ass, Avocado!” he shot back at me.
He stood up as well as I did, ready for a battle.
“Bring it, Fuentitties!”
*Vic’s POV*
In a destructive matter, I vigorously shoved Jaime on the bed, pinning his hands to the pillow and jamming my lips to his.
“Told you I’d kick your ass,” I laughed, smiling at him.
He tried to break free of my grip but couldn’t get loose.
“Fuck me,” he moaned out.
I crashed my lips to his and straddled his hips to the bed. I caressed his cheek with my thumb. Sitting on top of him, I pressed my body against his, slowly sinking him down into the mattress. I tucked my hand behind his head and entangled my fingers in his hair.
“Ah, Vic,” he moaned.
That was my cue to begin. We parted ourselves, taking a breath from kissing. I sternly yanked his shirt over his shoulders and threw it off the bed. He dittoed my action. I forcefully shoved him back down and searched for the buttons on his pants without looking down.
His breathing started to pick up as well as mine. I reached the last button on his jeans and pulled them down his legs, revealing his dragon boxers.
“Nice,” I said sarcastically.
He looked down and blushed. “Whatever,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll just get rid of that,” I said, sliding them off.
“Aren’t you going to remove those?” he asked, biting his lip and pointing at my sweats.
“Aren’t you gonna use your teeth?” I teased, licking my lips.
He dodged away from me face and reached my sweats. He tucked his fingers under the elastic and placed his mouth on the rim. He dragged them down with his teeth and pulled them off with his hands.
I moaned quietly at his action. He rolled off my boxers and chucked it off the bed. I flipped us over so I was back on top.
“My turn,” I smiled widely. “This is my house. I do the easier shit. You’re my slave, peasant. You take the dirty work.”
“Really? You look more Mexican to me so…”
I gave him a mean look. “Fuck you.”
“Please do,” he smiled. “I’ve been waiting so long. I’m going crazy!”
“Do you have a condom handy?” I asked before starting.
“Ummm…nooo…”
I got up and walked over to the drawer. I pulled out a fresh condom, neatly concealed in the wrapper. “I gotta do everything around here.”
“It is your house. You said so yourself,” he winked.
“Don’t push it, fucktard.”
I got back into bed. I slipped on the condom and licked my lips.
I rubbed his thighs. “Turn over and lay on your back,” I ordered. I situated myself at his entrance to begin insertion.
I penetrated deeply inside of him, already hitting his prostate. He squealed in response and tightened his fingers around my arms. His breathing was instantly heavy and he clenched his eyes shut.
“Oh my god, are you ok?!” I blurted, thinking I went too deep very quickly. “I didn’t know you were tight, Jaime. I’m so sorry.”
“Well excuuuuuusssse me f-for not getting fucked by every g-guy that walks past me. It’s been a while,” he stuttered, trying to catch his breath.
“Do you want me to go slow?” I asked him, unsure of his decision.
“For now…”
I slowly thrusted my hips with his, carefully trying not to go too much in.
A few minutes pass by and my breathing started to pick up. I pushed my hips forward a little faster. He moaned in response.
“Ah shit…faster, Vic,” he urged. He threw his head back on the pillow.
*Jaime’s POV*
I wanted to scream his name so loud. I thought it‘s ok Jaime. Let him know that he‘s giving you the best pleasure. Just yell it. Shout it. It‘s normal to feel this way during sex. It's a good thing.
“Oh, Vic,” I moaned. I stared in his eyes. “All of it.”
Without hesitation, he slammed inside me harder and picked up the pace. I held on to his arms. The amount of satisfaction I was receiving was unbelievable.
“Ah, Vic. Oh god, faster!” I begged.
“Scream it,” Vic demanded. “Scream for me!”
At this point, there was no holding back. I could let it all out and not be ashamed to let everyone know that Vic Fuentes, the boy I saw at McDonald’s who flipped me off, the boy all the guys portrayed as a jock, the boy all the girls wore booty shorts and tank tops for, the asshole he claims to be, was my boyfriend and I love him.
“Fuck! Harder!” my voice echoed through the room. “Oh my god!”
With only a couple more thrusts, I came on Vic’s chest. Some of it took a different route and blasted on the sheets. Ewww.
We switched positions. I pressed my lips to his and kissed them hungrily. I traveled down to his neck, leaving deep kisses that would leave bruises the next day. I sank even lower to his stomach, pecking small kisses here and there. I reached his shaft. I gripped his dick in my hand and placed my mouth on the tip, licking all around the top. I then took all of him into my mouth, weaving and jerking my head up and down. He threw his head back with gratification and moaned loudly.
“Jaime, f-fuck!” he moaned, covering his eyes with his hands.
“You ok?” I asked, pausing for a brief second.
“Oh yeah. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! I‘m so fucking close!”
I sprung my head faster, giving him a thrill he couldn’t resist.
“Jaime! Shit!”
Right after he spoke, he squirted in my mouth. I continued to suck him off, but I spit it out. Don’t think I’m gonna take that shit in. I don’t want a mouth full of cum.
We caught our breath for a couple of minutes. We were soaked in sweat. I got under the covers next to him and snuggled up to his side, spooning him from the back. I wrapped my arms around his back and rested my head on the fluffy pillow.
“Jaime?” Vic said softly, sort of turning his head to face me.
“Hmmm?”
“I’m happy you’re my boyfriend,” he admitted.
I could tell he was smiling when he said the word boyfriend. “Ditto, babe.”
“Jaime?”
“Yeaaahhh?” I asked again, popping my head up.
“I have a surprise for you in the morning. I know you’re going to love it.”
Holy shit, a surprise?! I‘m down with that. “Lovely,” I said in a tired manner.
He faced the other way and strode off to bed. I felt my eyes getting heavy as well, as the room grew dark and the night insisted on bright. I closed them, sending a tingling feeling towards my skin.
“Jaime?……Jaime?” Vic repeated.
I was so caught up on my daydreaming while my eyes were closed that I was way too tired to reply back to him. I kept my mouth shut and listened to what he had to say. I thought my night was going to end. Luckily, this beautiful human being I once thought was a complete douche bag, saved my life. I’m grateful as fuck to lay by his side.
“I love you,” he whispered, pecking me a light kiss on the cheek before drifting off to sleep.
I love you too, Vic Fuentes; I. Really. Do.
“In that case, I’ll start the explaining…as soon as we get into my room and cuddle under the covers,” he smiled while taking my hand. “By the way, I think Mike went to go stay at a friend’s house. I don‘t see him anywhere so yeah.”
We reached his room and I jumped on the bed as well as he did. I pulled myself up and rested my head on his chest. I felt his fast-thumping heart beat inside his shirt.
He ran his fingers through my hair. “To start, I never meant for you to think that I was pushing you away. The reason I didn’t want you around me for a few weeks was because I was writing a song…for you…and if you were to be around me, I would never finish writing it. You would be my ultimate distraction,” Vic elaborated, leaning his head on mine. “You’re my boyfriend, Jaime. My everything. I wouldn’t push you away. I want you near me. Don’t forget, I love you.”
He kissed my forehead. I immediately pulled his face closer to mine and cupped both his cheeks. I touched his soft lips to mine. Our kissing increased intensity instantly. (do you hear that fucking alliteration?!) I extracted the cover from us and sat on top of him.
“So you weren’t pushing me away? You just wanted to write a song for me?” I asked, pausing our make out session.
“Of course not. I love you. I’ll sing you the song tomorrow if you like?”
I nodded in agreement and pressed my lips against his. I slid my tongue on his bottom lip, craving for entry. He quickly parted his lips and grinded our hips together. Our bodies began to move as one; like two professional dancers doing the romantic Rumba on a dark starry night.
“Make love to me,” I breathed out.
“Are you asking?” he smiled while staring in my eyes.
“No, I’m demanding it,” I laughed.
“Are you being sarcastic, Jaime?”
“Maaaaaybe…but no seriously. I want you. Right here, right now.”
“This calls for a Smackdown!” he hollered, punching his fist in the palm of his hand.
“You think you can beat me, punk?!” I joked with him.
“I’ll kick your fucking ass, Avocado!” he shot back at me.
He stood up as well as I did, ready for a battle.
“Bring it, Fuentitties!”
*Vic’s POV*
In a destructive matter, I vigorously shoved Jaime on the bed, pinning his hands to the pillow and jamming my lips to his.
“Told you I’d kick your ass,” I laughed, smiling at him.
He tried to break free of my grip but couldn’t get loose.
“Fuck me,” he moaned out.
I crashed my lips to his and straddled his hips to the bed. I caressed his cheek with my thumb. Sitting on top of him, I pressed my body against his, slowly sinking him down into the mattress. I tucked my hand behind his head and entangled my fingers in his hair.
“Ah, Vic,” he moaned.
That was my cue to begin. We parted ourselves, taking a breath from kissing. I sternly yanked his shirt over his shoulders and threw it off the bed. He dittoed my action. I forcefully shoved him back down and searched for the buttons on his pants without looking down.
His breathing started to pick up as well as mine. I reached the last button on his jeans and pulled them down his legs, revealing his dragon boxers.
“Nice,” I said sarcastically.
He looked down and blushed. “Whatever,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll just get rid of that,” I said, sliding them off.
“Aren’t you going to remove those?” he asked, biting his lip and pointing at my sweats.
“Aren’t you gonna use your teeth?” I teased, licking my lips.
He dodged away from me face and reached my sweats. He tucked his fingers under the elastic and placed his mouth on the rim. He dragged them down with his teeth and pulled them off with his hands.
I moaned quietly at his action. He rolled off my boxers and chucked it off the bed. I flipped us over so I was back on top.
“My turn,” I smiled widely. “This is my house. I do the easier shit. You’re my slave, peasant. You take the dirty work.”
“Really? You look more Mexican to me so…”
I gave him a mean look. “Fuck you.”
“Please do,” he smiled. “I’ve been waiting so long. I’m going crazy!”
“Do you have a condom handy?” I asked before starting.
“Ummm…nooo…”
I got up and walked over to the drawer. I pulled out a fresh condom, neatly concealed in the wrapper. “I gotta do everything around here.”
“It is your house. You said so yourself,” he winked.
“Don’t push it, fucktard.”
I got back into bed. I slipped on the condom and licked my lips.
I rubbed his thighs. “Turn over and lay on your back,” I ordered. I situated myself at his entrance to begin insertion.
I penetrated deeply inside of him, already hitting his prostate. He squealed in response and tightened his fingers around my arms. His breathing was instantly heavy and he clenched his eyes shut.
“Oh my god, are you ok?!” I blurted, thinking I went too deep very quickly. “I didn’t know you were tight, Jaime. I’m so sorry.”
“Well excuuuuuusssse me f-for not getting fucked by every g-guy that walks past me. It’s been a while,” he stuttered, trying to catch his breath.
“Do you want me to go slow?” I asked him, unsure of his decision.
“For now…”
I slowly thrusted my hips with his, carefully trying not to go too much in.
A few minutes pass by and my breathing started to pick up. I pushed my hips forward a little faster. He moaned in response.
“Ah shit…faster, Vic,” he urged. He threw his head back on the pillow.
*Jaime’s POV*
I wanted to scream his name so loud. I thought it‘s ok Jaime. Let him know that he‘s giving you the best pleasure. Just yell it. Shout it. It‘s normal to feel this way during sex. It's a good thing.
“Oh, Vic,” I moaned. I stared in his eyes. “All of it.”
Without hesitation, he slammed inside me harder and picked up the pace. I held on to his arms. The amount of satisfaction I was receiving was unbelievable.
“Ah, Vic. Oh god, faster!” I begged.
“Scream it,” Vic demanded. “Scream for me!”
At this point, there was no holding back. I could let it all out and not be ashamed to let everyone know that Vic Fuentes, the boy I saw at McDonald’s who flipped me off, the boy all the guys portrayed as a jock, the boy all the girls wore booty shorts and tank tops for, the asshole he claims to be, was my boyfriend and I love him.
“Fuck! Harder!” my voice echoed through the room. “Oh my god!”
With only a couple more thrusts, I came on Vic’s chest. Some of it took a different route and blasted on the sheets. Ewww.
We switched positions. I pressed my lips to his and kissed them hungrily. I traveled down to his neck, leaving deep kisses that would leave bruises the next day. I sank even lower to his stomach, pecking small kisses here and there. I reached his shaft. I gripped his dick in my hand and placed my mouth on the tip, licking all around the top. I then took all of him into my mouth, weaving and jerking my head up and down. He threw his head back with gratification and moaned loudly.
“Jaime, f-fuck!” he moaned, covering his eyes with his hands.
“You ok?” I asked, pausing for a brief second.
“Oh yeah. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! I‘m so fucking close!”
I sprung my head faster, giving him a thrill he couldn’t resist.
“Jaime! Shit!”
Right after he spoke, he squirted in my mouth. I continued to suck him off, but I spit it out. Don’t think I’m gonna take that shit in. I don’t want a mouth full of cum.
We caught our breath for a couple of minutes. We were soaked in sweat. I got under the covers next to him and snuggled up to his side, spooning him from the back. I wrapped my arms around his back and rested my head on the fluffy pillow.
“Jaime?” Vic said softly, sort of turning his head to face me.
“Hmmm?”
“I’m happy you’re my boyfriend,” he admitted.
I could tell he was smiling when he said the word boyfriend. “Ditto, babe.”
“Jaime?”
“Yeaaahhh?” I asked again, popping my head up.
“I have a surprise for you in the morning. I know you’re going to love it.”
Holy shit, a surprise?! I‘m down with that. “Lovely,” I said in a tired manner.
He faced the other way and strode off to bed. I felt my eyes getting heavy as well, as the room grew dark and the night insisted on bright. I closed them, sending a tingling feeling towards my skin.
“Jaime?……Jaime?” Vic repeated.
I was so caught up on my daydreaming while my eyes were closed that I was way too tired to reply back to him. I kept my mouth shut and listened to what he had to say. I thought my night was going to end. Luckily, this beautiful human being I once thought was a complete douche bag, saved my life. I’m grateful as fuck to lay by his side.
“I love you,” he whispered, pecking me a light kiss on the cheek before drifting off to sleep.
I love you too, Vic Fuentes; I. Really. Do.
Would really like to see a sequel :)
7/4/15