It was nice being back on stage. Tony was finally able to shred on his guitar again, and I was able to somewhat rock out on stage. I had missed it so much, and I felt bad for being away for so long. I knew that the guys didn’t care because it wasn’t my fault, but I still felt bad. I was the reason why they paused doing what they loved.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say that again, okay?” Vic had said to me when I was feeling really down about things. My scars never heal because I pick at them when I’m anxious. It’s a terrible thing, especially because I’m past that point in my life. Vic notices; that’s how he knows something is wrong. And I always force myself to tell him exactly what’s on my mind, because only bad things happen when you bottle everything up for so long.

The show was beautiful, and the fans were amazing. Many passed flowers, notes, and teddy bears up to the stage. Despite the fact that we were playing at the very same San Diego venue where I got attacked, I felt safe. This was my family. The band, the crew, the fans. Everyone. And I loved every single one of them.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the after-party with us?” Mike danced around, high, of course.

“Pweaseeee,” he begged, making a baby face.

“Nah, I’m sorry guys, but have fun!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. I didn’t want to hold them back. This is what they do. Besides, there would be plenty of after-parties in the future.

“Come on,” Vic whined, sticking his bottom lip out, pouting.

“Next one, I promise,” I said, covering Vic’s mouth with my hand to prevent him from further pouting. “None of that,” I mock-scold, shooting him a crooked smile. “Hey!” I laughed when he licked my hand. He put his hands over mine so I couldn’t escape the wrath of his tongue. “You’re disgusting!” I said between laughs.
He finally released my hands, and I wiped them all over his chest.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned, I saw Jaime on one knee.

“Claire Bear,” he began formally. “Will you please do me the honor of accompanying me to the after-party?”

“I’m sorry Hi-me, I’m just not ready for that kind of commitment,” I winked.

“Aha, rejection,” Mike puffed smoke into Jaime’s face. “That’s rough,” he laughed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, laughing as well.

“Come one, Claire Bear, I’ll take you to Vic and Mike’s. Family sleepover after!” Tony exclaimed, hooking his arm with mine.

“Tony! You’re not going, either?” Mike exclaimed.

“My shoulder’s hurting,” he said.

Vic’s face grew serious. “Yes, it’s only been a month, take it easy guys,” he said, all jokes aside.

“GROUP HUG!” Mike and Jaime simultaneously yelled, and arms suddenly ambushed Tony and me.

I giggled. “See you guys, later!”

“So, Star Wars marathon, Tone?” I asked.

“Duh!” he smiled. He tickled my side. “Hurt people cuddle sesh, too,” he added.

“Duh!” I replied, sticking out my tongue at him.

We finally got to Vic and Mike’s place. “I’ll get all the stuff,” he said. “You,” he pointed at me. “Couch,” he pointed at the couch. I smiled and obeyed.

Fluffy and fuzzy blankets were soon piled on top of me. “Tony!” I yelled from underneath the pile.

“Wow, that’s weird, I thought I heard someone,” he said.

“Tony, you ass! I’m missing the beginning credits!” In a galaxy far, far, away…

“Heh, alright, alright,” he laughed, letting me free.

“Thanks, now I can breathe!” I laughed.

We cuddled up to each other under the mass of blankets and my giant teddy bear. Tony was my best friend, so it wasn't weird at all.

“This is the one where Luke’s hand gets cut off, right?” I asked. I didn’t know which one he put in.

“Of course it is, I know it’s your favorite,” he replied. “Now sush, it’s starting,” he whispered.

I couldn't help my eyes from becoming extremely heavy. I was so exhausted from the show—it was the most energy I had physically exerted in weeks. I kept fading in and out of consciousness.

Before I knew it, the movie was over and I was sprawled out on top of my teddy bear. I guess Tony had moved to the other couch while I was asleep; he was such a respectful guy.

I felt a warm hand tickle my face. “Claire Bear,” he whispered. The smell of warm alcohol lingered in the air.

“Hi, Vic,” I smiled. He gently pulled me up, somehow able to carry my tired body to his bedroom. I was more than half asleep. He set me down carefully, and I painlessly curled into a ball, burying my face in his pillows. They smelt so good, like him.

He rolled onto the bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me. “Bear,” he said quietly in a slurred tone. I looked up.

He kissed me softly on the lips. I kissed him back. He picked his hand up and first touched the side of my face. Then he moved it down, tracing my jaw, my neck, my side, my upper thigh…

He began to kiss me harder. “You’re very drunk, Victor,” I whispered shakily through his sloppy, drunk tongue.

“So?” he murmured lowly, moving his lips from my mouth to my neck, rolling over on top of me. Oh, how I wanted this. Oh, how I craved his touch.

He held my hips as he kissed my neck, moving down towards my chest. I ran my hands through his messy and sweaty hair. He lingered down even more, his hands close to the edge of my sweatpants.

“Oh, Vic,” I sighed in pleasure and exasperation. As much as I didn’t want this to stop, I had to. For his sake. “We can’t do this tonight,” I sighed again. I wasn’t afraid to say no to him, because I knew that, even drunk, he wouldn’t hurt me.

“Aw, but why?” he asked sadly, still kissing me, still exploring with his hands. I couldn’t breathe. I was amazed at my own self-control.

I put his face between my hands and forced him to look at me. “You’re too drunk,” I regretted.

“That’s not good,” he slurred, breathing in my face.

“You’re right, it’s not,” I cooed.

“Come on, baby,” he whined. “Be selfish,” he added.

“Nope, I can’t do that to you,” I said truthfully.

Vic sighed in defeat, but he didn’t roll away from me. He cuddled up against me, and we fell asleep linked in each other’s arms.


“’Morning, Bear,” Vic whispered into my ear.

“Hi,” I responded. I looked at him; his hair was a wild mess, but he looked perfect. I bit my tongue, then I just decided to get on with it. “I’m sorry about last night,” I blushed.

“Hey, no, I’m sorry,” he responded, planting a sober kiss on my lips. “I feel fine, now,” he added.

“Good,” I said.

“I know why you did it,” he said.

“Did what?”

“Stopped me. I know why you stopped me,” he clarified. “And I thank you for respecting me, and respecting yourself,” he nuzzled his head, embarrassed, into my neck.

I smiled and guided his head back up so he was looking at me. I was glad at his reaction, I was afraid he would be mad. But he respected me, too. So I leaned in and kissed him again.

I didn’t know what to say, but I had to say something. “I still—”

“Me too,” he cut me off. “Even sober,” he winked. I was going to say ‘I still want you’, and I was sort of glad he interrupted me. It just sounded awkward. But it was the truth. And apparently it was the truth for him, too, because he was kissing me again like there was no tomorrow. They weren’t sloppy, drunk kisses, anymore. They were firm and passionate and controlled. He maneuvered himself on top of me again. He started to feel me again like last night, except in a more tender and controlled manner. Oh, I was glad I waited for this.

His hand moved down, making his way inside of my pants. I quietly moaned when he teased me with his fingers. But I wanted him. No messing around, just him. I moved my hands from his head and pulled down his shorts. As I did this he lifted up my shirt over my head and buried his face in my breasts as he undid my bra. A rush of cool air swept over me; I shivered. We were now both completely naked, wrapped together like a jigsaw puzzle of limbs.

Vic wasted no time. He carefully guided himself inside of me. I tried not to make any sounds—Jaime, Tony, and Mike were still somewhere in the house—but it was difficult. He was my first time, and he knew that, so he was being gentle. It hurt, but the pleasure overpowered the pain.

He stayed on top of me, moving in and out of me slowly. Our faces were close, our breaths were each other’s. His hands held each side of my face, and I occasionally had to bite his thumb or he had to move his hand over my mouth to keep my moans contained. He began to pulse faster and faster, the heat rising around us, our hearts racing together. Both of our bodies quivered at the same time, and Vic collapsed his on top of mine. We gasped together, catching our breath.

“Fuck,” he moaned into my hot neck.

We lay there for a long time; his warmth surrounding me, our faces inches apart, our bodies intertwined, our minds in another galaxy.

Notes

The title really gave away this one, i think ****Insert emojii of the monkey covering his eyes and the monkey covering his mouth here****
I hope that wasn't too awkward for you guys i don't normally write stuff like that lol

ANYWAY. I just realized i have written a lot of this within the span of twenty-four hours, i'm insane.
Don't worry, I still have more, but the next update may be a while (And by a while i probably mean a few hours because let's be real)

Also, i was thinking about adding a few special chapters from Vic's POV. Should i do that with all of them, or just some of them?

thanks again for the reads, stayy tuned

:)