This Love Was Out of Control
I'd Never Expect To Fall For Someone Like You
*Vic’s POV*
“Oh god yes, fuck me!” I screamed into the pillow. He moaned quietly. I tightened my grip on the sheets as I heard the headboard hit the wall. “It feels so good.” We thrusted our hips together. He flipped me around and kissed my neck.
“How bad do you want me? How bad do you want this?”
“So badly!” I cried out. “Wait, you might wanna put this on.”
He kissed each part of my stomach and worked his way up to my face. “Ready?” I gave him a nod. He slammed into me. I let out a squeal. He pulled my face closer to his and kissed my lips tenderly to remove the pain. I dug my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck.” I moaned out, letting my head drop. I snatched his hair, pulling on it lightly.
“How much more do you want?” he asked me, licking his lips.
“A lot!” He softly wrapped his fingers around my cock and pumped with every thrust. He kissed me everywhere. I came on his hand and he wiped it away.
Moments later, he released inside of me and collapsed to my right. “I love you, Vic.” He held my waist and pulled my body closer to him. I leaned my face in the crook of his neck. I pressed my lips to his cheek and hugged him tightly.
“I love you t-”
…..
“Vic! Vic, wake up! We’re gonna be late for school! All of us overslept! Wake the fuck up!” Mike shoved me and dragged the covers off my body.
I wasn’t budging. I wanted to continue this dream. But something was unusual. There was a guy in my bed. I was having passionate sex with him. It was a guy. It was a guy. Let me repeat myself in case you didn’t hear me the first two times…IT WAS A FUCKING GUY! I’m not gay!
But I was enjoying it. I didn’t know who it was because we were in the dark. He said my name…so he must know who I am in real life. I was begging for more. He even said ‘I love you’ to me. I just have to know who he is. Even if I was having sex with a guy, I need to know who I cared for so much. I almost said those three words back to him but fucking Mike interrupted my dream!
“I said get up, lazy fuck! We’re gonna be late,” Mike barked at me, whipping my ass with his hand. "Breakfast is on the table! So stop stalling and get up!"
I hurtled out of bed and saw Kellin in the doorway, all ready to go. He smiled at me.
“What?” I shot him a confused look. “Why are smiling like an idiot to yourself?” I said, placing one leg in a pair of my black skinnies.
“You must’ve had a wonderful dream,” he laughed.
“What?” I stared at him. He giggled and pointed to a mammoth-sized wet spot stained on the sheets.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“So,” Kellin smiled walking up to me. “Who were banging in your dream?”
Banging? I wasn‘t banging anybody! “What are you talking about?”
“Well you obviously had a wet dream so tell me which girl you were fucking this time!” Kellin cheered. He stood by me, waiting for an answer to slip out of me. I wasn’t going to tell him. But I don’t want him to get suspicious so I better make something up quick. And I was definitely not telling him it was a boy.
“I was…I uh, was, just…it was…Stacey. Yeah! It was Stacy ok! Now get off my back.” I pushed him away and scrambled downstairs. Kellin followed behind me.
We reached the kitchen table with breakfast already made. I pulled up a chair next to Jesse and stuffed a hash brown between my teeth.
“Stacey?” Kellin continued. “She’s so…she’s fucking weird man! She would never hit that. And by that, I mean your dick. She’s into black dudes and she’s white.”
“So what?!” I shot him a glare. “It doesn’t matter if she’s white and she likes the big black D. Leave her alone! LET HER TAKE PLEASURE IN THE THINGS SHE LOVES!” I was so furious with what Kellin said. Does it really matter if she likes black guys? Who cares if she’s white! Let her fucking live! It’s like saying she can’t have air. If she needs the black D to live, then let her have it! If she likes black cock in her mouth, then let her suck on it! Damn!
“Sorry, Vic. Jeez. Didn’t know that was such a big deal to you,” Kellin said softly, taking a bite out of his egg.
“What crawled up your ass this morning?” asked Alan.
I don‘t know. Maybe some guy‘s dick! A guy that I’m not sure I know of! “Nothing. I’m just…agitated, that’s all.” This was going to be a long fucking day.
~~~
“Now pour that into the beaker,” I commanded, reading off of the paper. Jaime did as he was told.
I examined his eye from yesterday. It looked like hell. I didn’t know it was going to leave that much of a mark on him. It was a light punch. But I didn’t work on these brilliant muscles for nothing. These guns don't load themselves. The impact left him with a black eye. The color surrounded under his eye and a little above it. I actually feel bad for this fucker.
“Do we need to put this in there as well?” he asked, holding up the graduated cylinder with liquid inside of it.
He’s acting like nothing happened. Like it was just a flash of bullshit that passed by. Like when Fraser gives his stupid lecture in soccer.
“Yeah, put that in there too.” He began pouring the solution very cautiously.
“We only pour 5mL in here right?“
“No."
“Then how much more do you want?”
‘How much more do you want?’….. ‘A lot!’
Oh my god. My dream.
I let the thought of him saying that phrase to me slip away.
“So all of it?” he asked.
“Yeah. There’s gonna be a chemical reaction so you might wanna put this on,” I stated, handing him the goggles.
‘How bad do you want me?’ ….. ‘So badly!…Wait you might wanna put this on.’
What the hell is this?! Why is my dream catching up with me? I left that back at home, along with the stain on my sheets!
Was this suppose to happen for a reason? Maybe…the guy in my dream was…….no, it can’t be. I would NEVER in a billion fucking years, have sex with Jaime. This is absurd. I’m not going to believe this! Everything that we’re saying right now relates to my dream. We’re saying the exact same things! This can’t be happening.
We waited for the chemical reaction to occur. “How can you be so damn calm with me?” I asked staring in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” he said.
I placed my hands on my hips. “I punched your eye yesterday. And you don’t seem like you wanna beat me up.” He faced me.
“Why should I? I couldn’t hurt someone as precious as you.”
Did he just call me precious? “You’re kidding right?”
“Not at all. I don't need to lie. I see more to you than just a pretty face.”
Did he just call me pretty?! “Ummm, ok. And…..thanks.” He nodded his head and turned away. I took a deep breath and let it all out. Maybe I shouldn’t be an asshole to him. He basically called me pretty and said that I was precious. I never even had a girl tell me that before. It made me feel very special. Like I was needed.
“Look! It’s happening!” Jaime cheered. We stood near each other in awe. No other group got as far as we did. Everyone watched as the chemical in the graduated cylinder sprouted out, changing into a different color. It left a fume of gas in the air around us.
“Well done, boys!” Mr. Davidson clapped. “You two did it right and you are the first ones done! And I thought you guys weren’t going to work well together. My job is done.”
*Jaime’s POV*
Everyone in the class gave us death stares. Except for Caesar. She actually smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I traded her one in return.
Class was ending and the teacher made a couple announcements. “And I want you all to be prepared for this project. And you two,” he pointed at me and Vic, “Good job today. I don’t have to switch you guys after all.”
The class was clearing up. I gathered my papers and stashed them in my bag. Vic was searching for something in his backpack so there was no point in me saying goodbye. I really wanted to though. Well, there’s always tomorrow.
I’m pretty sure he’ll realize at some point that I like him. I called him precious and I even said he had a pretty face. That’s more than enough evidence for him. I would’ve said more but…..I changed my mind. He’ll find out later. I’m surprised he didn’t search his bag yesterday like the way he was right now.
6th hour ended and I left class, heading out to the main doors. I watched as Tony pulled up in front of the school.
“Sup Hime Time,” he said.
I closed the door and secured myself with a seatbelt. Maybe I wasn’t going to fuck with his emotions after all. “You know something…I have a feeling that something strange is going to happen to me tomorrow. I just hope it's the good kind of strange.”
*Vic’s POV*
I left class and ran to the bus. We had two cars at home but we actually preferred to ride the bus. Gas was a killer and money is something I don’t necessarily have at the moment. But I was working on it. All of us were.
We’ve been working on this new album for weeks now but it wasn’t going anywhere. Alan wasn’t cooperating with us because he’s spending so much time with Austin and his band. And not many parts of the songs we had were screaming parts so Kellin couldn’t fulfill his part in the band. Jesse wanted to do things his own way all the time. So pretty much Mike and I were the only ones dedicated to this band. I mean Kellin was but he’s getting irritated at the fact that everyone wants to do shit their own way. Whether it was not getting along at the beat we had or just not wanting to do this anymore. Like I said before, we’re slowly falling apart. I didn’t want this band to break up. But sometimes, we have no other choice.
I hopped in the bus and sat next to Kellin. I shimmied my backpack off of my shoulders and placed it in my lap. I noticed that I left the middle pocket open. There was a small piece of paper that was sticking out of it. Not caring what it was, I shoved it deeper in my bag. But for some reason, it wasn’t staying at the bottom and it popped right back up near the zipper. I harshly whipped it out and saw that it wasn’t my hand writing. I read it to myself.
Vic,
I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t care if u hate me or won’t accept the fact that I actually care enough to write this to you. I couldn’t care less if you don’t feel the same way about me. When I look at you, I see a good person deep down. When I look at you, all the stress inside of me goes away. You don’t know how much I want to tell you this. Since the day I first saw you, I knew that I wanted to be your friend. I want to be with you. You may not think someone like me would be interested in a jackass like you, but I am. Your eyes can light up the whole world...or at least, my world. Your body is a masterpiece. I only dream of holding you in my arms every night. I know I can never have you but seeing you everyday makes me smile. You brighten my day. Your smile is perfection. Your appearance sends chills down my spine. The way you walk is perfection. Your hair is perfection. I want you so badly. You give me so many feels that I literally can’t explain them all. I’m falling in love with you every second I stare at you. You’re beautiful. I can’t help it. I’m so attracted to you.
Well, class is about to start up again. Take care of yourself…………I love you.
Tears rolled down my face. This was so breathtaking. Anyone who can write me a letter this amazing deserves a reward. I have to know who this person is.
Who wrote this? And when the hell did this person have time to put this in my bag? My backpack is always next to me.
“Someone has an admirer,” Kellin smiled at me.
“You asshole! This is personal shit! Mind your own business!” He turned away and stared out the window.
But seriously, this is beautiful. I never knew someone could pour their entire heart out on a piece of paper. This person has guts. This person has got some serious balls. Wait, what if this person really does have balls. What if a guy wrote this to me?
Wait a minute………….no one would ever tell me this straight up. Not even in a note. The only person that would have the guts to tell me something to my face was…Jaime. He’s the one who told me that I was precious. He’s the one who told me that I had a pretty face. Maybe, just maybe, the guy in my dream was someone I would never expect to fall for. Maybe, the guy in my dream really was…………Jaime.
“Oh god yes, fuck me!” I screamed into the pillow. He moaned quietly. I tightened my grip on the sheets as I heard the headboard hit the wall. “It feels so good.” We thrusted our hips together. He flipped me around and kissed my neck.
“How bad do you want me? How bad do you want this?”
“So badly!” I cried out. “Wait, you might wanna put this on.”
He kissed each part of my stomach and worked his way up to my face. “Ready?” I gave him a nod. He slammed into me. I let out a squeal. He pulled my face closer to his and kissed my lips tenderly to remove the pain. I dug my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck.” I moaned out, letting my head drop. I snatched his hair, pulling on it lightly.
“How much more do you want?” he asked me, licking his lips.
“A lot!” He softly wrapped his fingers around my cock and pumped with every thrust. He kissed me everywhere. I came on his hand and he wiped it away.
Moments later, he released inside of me and collapsed to my right. “I love you, Vic.” He held my waist and pulled my body closer to him. I leaned my face in the crook of his neck. I pressed my lips to his cheek and hugged him tightly.
“I love you t-”
…..
“Vic! Vic, wake up! We’re gonna be late for school! All of us overslept! Wake the fuck up!” Mike shoved me and dragged the covers off my body.
I wasn’t budging. I wanted to continue this dream. But something was unusual. There was a guy in my bed. I was having passionate sex with him. It was a guy. It was a guy. Let me repeat myself in case you didn’t hear me the first two times…IT WAS A FUCKING GUY! I’m not gay!
But I was enjoying it. I didn’t know who it was because we were in the dark. He said my name…so he must know who I am in real life. I was begging for more. He even said ‘I love you’ to me. I just have to know who he is. Even if I was having sex with a guy, I need to know who I cared for so much. I almost said those three words back to him but fucking Mike interrupted my dream!
“I said get up, lazy fuck! We’re gonna be late,” Mike barked at me, whipping my ass with his hand. "Breakfast is on the table! So stop stalling and get up!"
I hurtled out of bed and saw Kellin in the doorway, all ready to go. He smiled at me.
“What?” I shot him a confused look. “Why are smiling like an idiot to yourself?” I said, placing one leg in a pair of my black skinnies.
“You must’ve had a wonderful dream,” he laughed.
“What?” I stared at him. He giggled and pointed to a mammoth-sized wet spot stained on the sheets.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“So,” Kellin smiled walking up to me. “Who were banging in your dream?”
Banging? I wasn‘t banging anybody! “What are you talking about?”
“Well you obviously had a wet dream so tell me which girl you were fucking this time!” Kellin cheered. He stood by me, waiting for an answer to slip out of me. I wasn’t going to tell him. But I don’t want him to get suspicious so I better make something up quick. And I was definitely not telling him it was a boy.
“I was…I uh, was, just…it was…Stacey. Yeah! It was Stacy ok! Now get off my back.” I pushed him away and scrambled downstairs. Kellin followed behind me.
We reached the kitchen table with breakfast already made. I pulled up a chair next to Jesse and stuffed a hash brown between my teeth.
“Stacey?” Kellin continued. “She’s so…she’s fucking weird man! She would never hit that. And by that, I mean your dick. She’s into black dudes and she’s white.”
“So what?!” I shot him a glare. “It doesn’t matter if she’s white and she likes the big black D. Leave her alone! LET HER TAKE PLEASURE IN THE THINGS SHE LOVES!” I was so furious with what Kellin said. Does it really matter if she likes black guys? Who cares if she’s white! Let her fucking live! It’s like saying she can’t have air. If she needs the black D to live, then let her have it! If she likes black cock in her mouth, then let her suck on it! Damn!
“Sorry, Vic. Jeez. Didn’t know that was such a big deal to you,” Kellin said softly, taking a bite out of his egg.
“What crawled up your ass this morning?” asked Alan.
I don‘t know. Maybe some guy‘s dick! A guy that I’m not sure I know of! “Nothing. I’m just…agitated, that’s all.” This was going to be a long fucking day.
~~~
“Now pour that into the beaker,” I commanded, reading off of the paper. Jaime did as he was told.
I examined his eye from yesterday. It looked like hell. I didn’t know it was going to leave that much of a mark on him. It was a light punch. But I didn’t work on these brilliant muscles for nothing. These guns don't load themselves. The impact left him with a black eye. The color surrounded under his eye and a little above it. I actually feel bad for this fucker.
“Do we need to put this in there as well?” he asked, holding up the graduated cylinder with liquid inside of it.
He’s acting like nothing happened. Like it was just a flash of bullshit that passed by. Like when Fraser gives his stupid lecture in soccer.
“Yeah, put that in there too.” He began pouring the solution very cautiously.
“We only pour 5mL in here right?“
“No."
“Then how much more do you want?”
‘How much more do you want?’….. ‘A lot!’
Oh my god. My dream.
I let the thought of him saying that phrase to me slip away.
“So all of it?” he asked.
“Yeah. There’s gonna be a chemical reaction so you might wanna put this on,” I stated, handing him the goggles.
‘How bad do you want me?’ ….. ‘So badly!…Wait you might wanna put this on.’
What the hell is this?! Why is my dream catching up with me? I left that back at home, along with the stain on my sheets!
Was this suppose to happen for a reason? Maybe…the guy in my dream was…….no, it can’t be. I would NEVER in a billion fucking years, have sex with Jaime. This is absurd. I’m not going to believe this! Everything that we’re saying right now relates to my dream. We’re saying the exact same things! This can’t be happening.
We waited for the chemical reaction to occur. “How can you be so damn calm with me?” I asked staring in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” he said.
I placed my hands on my hips. “I punched your eye yesterday. And you don’t seem like you wanna beat me up.” He faced me.
“Why should I? I couldn’t hurt someone as precious as you.”
Did he just call me precious? “You’re kidding right?”
“Not at all. I don't need to lie. I see more to you than just a pretty face.”
Did he just call me pretty?! “Ummm, ok. And…..thanks.” He nodded his head and turned away. I took a deep breath and let it all out. Maybe I shouldn’t be an asshole to him. He basically called me pretty and said that I was precious. I never even had a girl tell me that before. It made me feel very special. Like I was needed.
“Look! It’s happening!” Jaime cheered. We stood near each other in awe. No other group got as far as we did. Everyone watched as the chemical in the graduated cylinder sprouted out, changing into a different color. It left a fume of gas in the air around us.
“Well done, boys!” Mr. Davidson clapped. “You two did it right and you are the first ones done! And I thought you guys weren’t going to work well together. My job is done.”
*Jaime’s POV*
Everyone in the class gave us death stares. Except for Caesar. She actually smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I traded her one in return.
Class was ending and the teacher made a couple announcements. “And I want you all to be prepared for this project. And you two,” he pointed at me and Vic, “Good job today. I don’t have to switch you guys after all.”
The class was clearing up. I gathered my papers and stashed them in my bag. Vic was searching for something in his backpack so there was no point in me saying goodbye. I really wanted to though. Well, there’s always tomorrow.
I’m pretty sure he’ll realize at some point that I like him. I called him precious and I even said he had a pretty face. That’s more than enough evidence for him. I would’ve said more but…..I changed my mind. He’ll find out later. I’m surprised he didn’t search his bag yesterday like the way he was right now.
6th hour ended and I left class, heading out to the main doors. I watched as Tony pulled up in front of the school.
“Sup Hime Time,” he said.
I closed the door and secured myself with a seatbelt. Maybe I wasn’t going to fuck with his emotions after all. “You know something…I have a feeling that something strange is going to happen to me tomorrow. I just hope it's the good kind of strange.”
*Vic’s POV*
I left class and ran to the bus. We had two cars at home but we actually preferred to ride the bus. Gas was a killer and money is something I don’t necessarily have at the moment. But I was working on it. All of us were.
We’ve been working on this new album for weeks now but it wasn’t going anywhere. Alan wasn’t cooperating with us because he’s spending so much time with Austin and his band. And not many parts of the songs we had were screaming parts so Kellin couldn’t fulfill his part in the band. Jesse wanted to do things his own way all the time. So pretty much Mike and I were the only ones dedicated to this band. I mean Kellin was but he’s getting irritated at the fact that everyone wants to do shit their own way. Whether it was not getting along at the beat we had or just not wanting to do this anymore. Like I said before, we’re slowly falling apart. I didn’t want this band to break up. But sometimes, we have no other choice.
I hopped in the bus and sat next to Kellin. I shimmied my backpack off of my shoulders and placed it in my lap. I noticed that I left the middle pocket open. There was a small piece of paper that was sticking out of it. Not caring what it was, I shoved it deeper in my bag. But for some reason, it wasn’t staying at the bottom and it popped right back up near the zipper. I harshly whipped it out and saw that it wasn’t my hand writing. I read it to myself.
Vic,
I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t care if u hate me or won’t accept the fact that I actually care enough to write this to you. I couldn’t care less if you don’t feel the same way about me. When I look at you, I see a good person deep down. When I look at you, all the stress inside of me goes away. You don’t know how much I want to tell you this. Since the day I first saw you, I knew that I wanted to be your friend. I want to be with you. You may not think someone like me would be interested in a jackass like you, but I am. Your eyes can light up the whole world...or at least, my world. Your body is a masterpiece. I only dream of holding you in my arms every night. I know I can never have you but seeing you everyday makes me smile. You brighten my day. Your smile is perfection. Your appearance sends chills down my spine. The way you walk is perfection. Your hair is perfection. I want you so badly. You give me so many feels that I literally can’t explain them all. I’m falling in love with you every second I stare at you. You’re beautiful. I can’t help it. I’m so attracted to you.
Well, class is about to start up again. Take care of yourself…………I love you.
Tears rolled down my face. This was so breathtaking. Anyone who can write me a letter this amazing deserves a reward. I have to know who this person is.
Who wrote this? And when the hell did this person have time to put this in my bag? My backpack is always next to me.
“Someone has an admirer,” Kellin smiled at me.
“You asshole! This is personal shit! Mind your own business!” He turned away and stared out the window.
But seriously, this is beautiful. I never knew someone could pour their entire heart out on a piece of paper. This person has guts. This person has got some serious balls. Wait, what if this person really does have balls. What if a guy wrote this to me?
Wait a minute………….no one would ever tell me this straight up. Not even in a note. The only person that would have the guts to tell me something to my face was…Jaime. He’s the one who told me that I was precious. He’s the one who told me that I had a pretty face. Maybe, just maybe, the guy in my dream was someone I would never expect to fall for. Maybe, the guy in my dream really was…………Jaime.
Would really like to see a sequel :)
7/4/15