Hold On 'Til May - Fuenciado

Chapter Twenty-Eight

[Vic]

I tip-toe up to our bed, looking at Jaime's sleeping figure. It's funny how now everything is 'ours'... but I like it that way. It's nearly lunch time, and we didn't have a late night last night, so I didn't know why he was still sleeping, but he was going to get it for not being up yet. I climb onto my side of the bed, careful not to shift the bed too much, and lean over Jaime. In a swift movement, I'm on top of him, yelling his name.

"Jaime, Jaime, time to get up Jaime!" He groans, turning over under me.

"Fuck you Vic," He says, rolling over under me.

"You just woke up, you really want to do that?" I lean down over him, crossing my arms over his chest and supporting myself to look in his face. I smile at him, and he just glares at me. He lifts up his arms and pushes at my shoulders, but I refuse to get off him. I lean down, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He sticks his tongue out and licks my cheek, and laughs as I pull away, wiping my cheek on my t-shirt sleeve. "Hey!" I said, once I was done. I was sitting on his stomach now, and he looked up at me, smiling. He quickly grabbed my arms, then flipped us over, pinning me down.

"How do you like it?" He asked, leaning down and nearly brushing his lips against mine. I smile, and he kisses my nose. I cross my eyes, looking at the place where he kissed me, and laugh. I push him off me, then climb out of the bed. I hold my hand out for Jaime to take it, which he does, then he gets off the bed, and I pull him towards me.

"You know what I think we should do today?" I say, smiling as I pull him against me. I kiss him before continuing. "We should... go out with... Tony and Mike!" I pressed kisses to Jaime's lips every few words, because for some reason I just really really loved the man today.

"Sure, got anything planned?" He asks, then kisses me again before slipping out of my grip. I shake my head and pull out my phone, to text Mike and Tony and ask about doing something. Jaime walks over to the closet, stripping down then pulling on some clothes. I grin as he does this, enjoying the sight I'm getting. I mean, I see him like this every day, but it'll never get old. I send a text off to Tony and Mike, asking them to hang, not knowing what we wanted to do so leaving that open. Jaime wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me towards the door.

"You hungry?" I ask Jaime, already knowing the answer. Of course he was hungry.

"Of course, so cook me something baby?" I laughed at him.

"No thanks!" I replied, not feeling like making anything.

"Awww," Jaime stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. "I thought you loved me!"

"Love doesn't equate to food, Jaime."

"Well, it should. To me it does. So cook for me woman!!"

I pretended to act hurt at his comment. "And calling me a woman is going to get you closer to food?" I stuck up my hand, waving him off with a sigh.

"You suck Vic," Jaime opened the fridge door, staring at it for a few moments before closing it again. He walked over to the cupboards, lazily pulling them open and staring at them, slouching. He sighed, then walked back over and opened the fridge, like he expected something to magically appear. "Vic, we need food!"

"We have food Jaime," Jaime cut me off.

"Food that I can make when I'm half asleep, since you suck!"

"Check the freezer, I think there's waffles?" I suggested. He opened the freezer door, and a box fell out on him, falling on his foot.

"Ow, fuck? Great job at putting things back Vic!" I just laughed at him. He picked up the box, then pulled out the bag of waffles before putting the box back in. He pulled the toaster out of it's cupboard, and plugged it it, popping in the waffles before coming to sit with me.