“I made pancakes!” Mike sang opera-style from the kitchen

I groaned. “It’s a good thing you only play drums. You suck at singing,” I stuck my tongue out at him, and he hit the top of my head with a spatula. “Asshole,” I laughed.

“Hey! You’re the asshole,” he said, poking me in the side with the spatula.

I grabbed a nearby towel and twirled it up, whipping it at him.

“Oh, it’s on, mother fucker!” Mike grinned, grabbing another spatula.

I rolled my sleeves up. “Bring it on!” I said, spinning the hand towel around. I whipped him a few more times with it until he cried for mercy. I laughed an exaggerated, evil laugh.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed in defeat, sitting down for breakfast.

“Damn, Mike, these are good,” I said with a mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes. “What did you put in them?”

“Pancake mix. Milk. Eggs. Chocolate chips. Love,” he grinned.

“That’ll do it!” I giggled.

“Hey!” Mike said, pointing at my arms. I subconsciously pulled them back.

“What?” I asked harshly.

“No, no,” he shook his head. “This is a good thing!” Mike reached across and pulled my arms back into light. “This is good, babe! They are healing nicely!” he smiled.

I blushed, running my fingers lightly over the bumpy scars. Yes, he was right. I haven’t cut in nearly a month.

“I’ve been in communications with Tony, you know,” Mike said.

“No, shit, Mike. We see him almost everyday,” I said matter-of-factly.

“No, I mean, like, he’s been reporting back to me on Vic’s status while I’ve been reporting back to him on your status,” he clarified.

“Oh,” I said. It’s been three weeks since Vic left. We see each other often, but it was weird not living with him. “Can you tell me how he has been doing?” I asked hopefully.

“Tony spies on Vic, kind of like how I spy on you, just so we know what you are up to at night or when you think you’re alone,” Mike started. I dropped my jaw in protest, but Mike waved his hand nonchalantly.

“Anyway, Tony said Vic is great. He misses you, don’t worry. Vic has not tried to self-harm once—”

“He hasn’t done that in years, Mike,” I reminded him.

“Obviously I know that, I’m his brother, but that’s besides the point. He doesn’t have nightmares anymore, and he’s quiet in his sleep,” Mike continued. “That’s what Tony said, anyway.”

“And what did you tell Tony about me?”

“Well, you’ve been good, too. You talk in your sleep sometime, but I think you just miss Vic. And you haven’t cut or anything, clearly, and you haven’t had a panic attack,” he smiled. He looked very proud. It made me happy, seeing him proud of his brother and best friend healing separately, but together. “And guess what?”

“What?”

“Guess.”

“For fucks sake, Mike, just tell me,” I rolled my eyes.

“I talked to Marlena on the phone today, and I told her about you and Vic’s progress. She wants to see you guys, again, but…” he faded out to create a drum roll with his fork and knife. I slapped my hand onto the table.

“Mike!”

“Okay, okay,” he lightly chuckled. “She said your separation phase could be over. MY BROTHER’S COMING HOME!” Mike exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.

I squealed, and I jumped up with him. I took his hands and we danced together in the kitchen in joy for a few minutes. I hadn’t even realized that Mike was missing Vic’s constant company, too.

“Brother!” Mike squealed like a fifteen-year-old fan girl when the front door swung open after a key unlocked it. I watched him in amazement as he raced over to the door. “Hi, Vic,” Mike’s tall self bent down so he hugged onto Vic’s waist like a child. I couldn’t help but crack up at the sight; Mike was so much taller than Vic, yet he clang to Vic like his life depended on it. “I’m a koala,” he grinned up.

“How high are you?” Vic looked down on his little brother, laughing too.

“No, Vic,” Mike said sternly. “It’s hi, how are you?”

I face palmed. “Mike! You tool!” I raced over to him and bopped him on the back of his head. “You put fucking weed into the pancakes?” I couldn’t control my laughter. I was beginning to feel slightly buzzed, but I’d probably be hitting him angrily if I weren’t getting high. It’s not that I cared, though; the past few weeks I’ve smoked with Mike on several occasions.

“I wanted you to be extra happy when Vic came home,” he said.

I laughed. “Fuck you,” I said, rolling my eyes. Then I looked at Vic. “Hi,” I said. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. Then I hugged him, burying my face in his neck. Mike remained sandwiched between us. He giggled.

“Well, shit, Mike, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in ten years!” Vic laughed. It was true; we saw him just yesterday at band practice.

“Yeah, but I know you’re here to stay, now,” Mike said, finally getting up.

Vic brought his bag to his room—well, our room—and quickly unpacked. I was already coming down from my slight-high; Mike probably only put in a tiny bit of “love”. I rolled my eyes. What a fucking goofball.

I watched Vic carefully as he floated around the room. I memorized his every facial expression, his every muscle, everything. He looked up and met my gaze with his eyes. “Hi, bear, “ he said, smiling. I could barely contain myself anymore. He was here, and he was here to stay. I shut the door, locked it, and skipped over to him. I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and kissed him ardently.

“Hi, Vic,” I murmured into his lips. He smiled against my mouth, and I kissed him harder.

We fell back onto the bed, one of his hands on the back of my head and the other squeezing my waist. I felt his tongue beg for entrance into my mouth, and I happily obliged. We battled for a few moments with our tongues, but when he softly bit on my lower lip, a light moan escaped my mouth, and it was clear that he won.

“I love you so fucking much,” he almost growled in between breaths.

“I love you, too,” I mumbled, my hands now finding their way underneath his shirt, tracing his warm skin, his every muscle. I wanted to be closer to him, I wanted to close the distance between us forever.

Our mouths separated for a moment while I tore off his shirt. I put my hands on his chest; I never wanted to take them off. Not only was his body perfect, but also I loved to feel his racing heart, the rhythm of it slowly picking up as each second passed. I bent down and kissed his chest, right where his heart was. I wanted to take in every aspect of him—fuck, I needed to.

Vic brought my mouth back up to his, and then he started to take off my shirt. He put both of his hands on my hips, slowly tracing them up, bringing the shirt with them. I shivered pleasantly at the sensation of his soft, gentle hands moving up my body. I raised my arms to help him out, and then my shirt was off. I collapsed back down, colliding my lips with his once again. No matter what we did, we couldn’t keep our mouths apart.

He rolled me over, so now he was on top. I twirled my fingers through his shaggy-brown-hair. God, I loved that hair so much. I loved every single part of him with every single part of me. He rested most of his weight on top of me—I didn’t mind because I loved the way we were so close. I ventured my hands down lower and lower until I was fumbling at his belt.

“Are you sure?” he mumbled tenderly into my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed. This was Vic. He was mine, and I wanted to be his. He nibbled on my ear and kissed my neck as we helped each other take off the remainder of our clothes.

Our breaths were heavy, now, as the anticipation was building up. It has been so long…

“Okay?” Vic asked for permission with a rough breath again, and I nodded. He carefully guided himself into me, and my eyes slightly rolled back at the odd mixture of pain and pleasure. “You all right?” he whispered again.

“Yes,” I gasped. Yes! I was more than all right. I was fantastic. Vic was mine, and nobody, not even fucking John, was going to take that away. I have mostly moved on from that, I have dealt with that demon already. But I haven’t dealt with this one, yet, I thought as I grinned evilly as Vic pressed deeper inside of me.

At each thrust, the pain faded and the pleasure greatened. It took every ounce of me to not scream his name; Mike was still home.

“Fuck,” I gasped as I felt myself get closer and closer.

Vic lowered his head to meet my lips in a sloppy kiss, a soft moan. I roughly bit his lip as the sensation of him inside of me made me wild.

Our breaths picked up even more as we both were nearing our orgasms, and I felt his heartbeat accelerate.

I couldn’t contain the soft moan that escaped my lips when my back slightly arched as I came, and then an inevitable moan broke from his lips, too, and I felt him twitch inside of me.

He sighed into my neck, planting a sweet kiss there. Then, we crawled under the blankets, and I curled up against him, our limbs still tangled together. He kissed my neck, my cheek, my forehead, and, lastly, my lips. I placed my hand on his now steady beating and soft rhythmic heart, drawing circles with my fingertips around it. Damn, how I loved that heart.

Notes

Alright, this chapter update was VERY necessary. Sorry that it is kind of short, though! I couldn't sleep until I finsihed because I feel like i have been neglecting this story. But don't fret! I am back and ready to write more :D


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ps. i apologize i am not very skilled at writing smut hahah