"Good morning, baby." Jaime said to the small singer in his arms and pressing his lips to Vic's forehead. Vic rolled over so he was face to face with the beautiful guy in his bed.

"Good morning." Vic replied, slipping his nimble fingers through Jaime's soft hair. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered and Jaime didn't tell him anything, he just leaned forward himself and captured Vic's lips. Jaime moaned quietly as Vic's tongue started prodding inside his mouth. He put a hand on Vic's hip and pulled him closer, so their two naked groins met and they pulled away. "Love you." Vic moaned, pushing his hips forward. Jaime had morning wood.

"I love you more." Jaime said, pulling Vic up on top of him. Vic laid down over Jaime and put his arms around his neck. Jaime smiled from the sheer adorableness of his boyfriend.

"What are we doing today?" Vic asked sweetly. He put his head down in the crook of Jaime's neck and started kissing him warmly.

"I don't know." Jaime responded, stroking Vic's sides and squeezing his ass. "Did you have anything in mind?" Jaime smirked feeling his boyfriend thrust forward.

"Nooooo." Vic cooed. "But I thought that you would." he said suggestively.

Jaime laughed, a little confused as to what Vic was trying to bring across to him. "Why?"

"Stop it." Vic said, giggling and rubbing his nose on Jaime's.

"Stop what? What do you mean?" Jaime asked seriously now. Vic squished his eyebrows, beginning to think that maybe...

"You don't have anything planned for today? At all?" Vic asked, slipping off of his boyfriend.

"No... Should I?"
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"Vic." Jamie called his boyfriend, who was at the computer working with some beats. Vic ignored him, as he had done for the past two days. Vic literally did not say one word to Jaime since their little squabble. "Vic!" Jaime yelled again, pushing Vic's arm. Vic paid no mind, Jaime was dead to him. "VICTOR!" Jaime rolled Vic's chair over and screamed in his face. Vic just stared back at him cold eyes and a fuck-you expression.

"Talk to me!" Jaime demanded, pushing his boyfriend up by his shoulders and squishing him up against the wall. He dropped his hands and Vic's feet fell a few inches to the ground from where Jaime had lifted him up a tiny bit. "You don't have to be so difficult about this!" Jaime yelled pacing around the living room. This time, Jaime was getting really tired of Vic's shit. Even though they fought all the time, Vic and Jaime didn't take days to make up, this time they did. Vic, being a little bitch, stopped kissing his boyfriend back and he put himself on the couch. Jaime really missed him, a lot. "I love you." Jaime told him, hoping that maybe that would break Vic's quiet spell. And of course, he really did love him. Silence. "Don't you love me?" Jaime asked, looking Vic in the eyes but he had to pull away.

Vic's face fell and his heart hurt seeing his boyfriend turn away from him and rub his eyes. He made him cry. "I love you." Vic said in the quiet room. "I swear." he said and Jaime faced him again with red eyes.

"What's the problem, Vic? I told you that I was sorry!" Jaime cried, flailing his hands. Vic just looked at him, debating in his head over whether he should talk to Jaime or not. He had to, he knew that he had to.

"The problem is that my own boyfriend can't remember our anniversary!" Vic yelled back at him. Sure, maybe they weren't about to say nice things but Jaime felt better that Vic was talking at all. And this screaming between them wasn't something out of the ordinary.

"Who gives a shit, really?! It's over, it's done with! I already told you that I'm sorry, I can't go back in time and fix everything!" Jaime screamed and Vic walked closer to him.

"I was really expecting a great night from you and you thought it was just any other Tuesday! A year, a whole year! How couldn't you remember?" Vic yelled, tears stinging at his eyes but he blinked them away. There's no way he was going to show any weakness.

"I know, Vic! And I'm sorry! I really am because you mean the world to me. I don't even know why you chose to stay with me for this long. Please, Vic, don't be like this. The last thing I want is for my stupid mistake to break us apart after our relationship has stayed strong for a fucking year." Jaime pleaded, but Vic just folded his arms and turned away again. Jaime just screamed in anger, really loud that the sound echoed in the no-longer-silent room. "Why. Are you. So. Stubborn!" Jaime yelled, pushing Vic down onto the couch. Vic gasped surprised from the sudden movement. "So, what? Are we gonna break up? Is that what you want?" Jaime asked quickly in a short breath.

Vic said nothing. Only looking at him behind his dark brown eyes. Staring at him and flaring up Jaime's anger. Vic did really like when his boyfriend got angry. But he was slowing starting to feel bad because this time, their fighting got out of hand. Still, Vic was ready to stomp his feet and defend his maturity lest Jaime make another comment on it. "Fine, I'm breaking up with you then and I hate you." Jaime snarled in his face and Vic got in the mood to egg him on.

"You don't mean that." he said. Not in any whiny sort of way at all, more in like a matter-of-factly fashion and very confident also.

"How could you be so sure?" Jaime asked, trying to intimidate him. No, he would never break up with his boyfriend. Never.

"Because," Vic started with a shrug of shoulders and a smirk. "You can't live without me." Vic could swear steam was coming out of Jaime's ears; man, he really got him worked up this time.

"Why do we still do this?" Jaime huffed and allowed Vic to stand up from the couch.

Vic looked at him suggestively and put his arms around Jaime's neck before responding. "Because angry and rough sex turns us on."