If I Mean Anything To You (Fuenciado)

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A/N: @EvenHellCanBeComfy, I see you there. First off, your username is amazing. And I want to thank you for voting so often. So as a thank you, this chapters for you, sweetheart.

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Vic's POV

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I was dragging Jaime over to the venue, which we were set to play the next night. I took the keys, which I'd borrowed from our manager, Pete. I opened the door and led Jaime inside.

"Babe, where're going?" Jaime asked me. I put a finger to my lips and led him throughout the dark stage. I opened another door to a dressing room. I gave him a small push inside. "Uh, why're we here?" I could hear the nervousness in his voice. I smirked at him.

"You've been so good lately." I told him suggestivly. He gulped. Fuck.

"Uh, thanks?" Jaime fidgeted nervously. I rolled my eyes and kissed him roughly. He responded instantly, his lips moving along with mine. I broke away from his lips to kiss his jaw, then his neck.

"Such a good boy. You deserve a present." I let my hands slid down to the belt loops of his jeans.

"Uh..V-Vic, someone might find us." Jaime stammered out.

"I know. I don't give a fuck." I palmed him and listened to him moan out my name. Good. I dropped to my knees and undid his belt. I took his belt and tied his wrist to an A/C unit with it. As slow as possible, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them to his knees. His boxers followed shortly after. "Breathe slow, baby, moan out my name." I whispered to him as my fingers trailed along his member softly.

"V-V-Vic. Don't tease."

"Oh, I can assure you I'm not." I let my tongue dance across the head before taking him in. His free hand was in my hair tugging, begging for more. I ran my teeth along his length, eliciting a loud moan from Jaime.

"Vic, I-I'm close." He mumbled. I giggled lightly, my mouth still full of him. I released him to stare into his lust-filled, brown eyes.

"Plant it on me." I said with a wink. I put my mouth back and let my tongue do what it did. I ran my tongue over the slit one last time, causing him to tumble down the mountain that was pleasure. His lips moaning out profanities and my name. I let him spill into my mouth and swallowed it, grimacing a bit at the aftertaste.  He released his tight grip on my hair.

"Thank you. Seriously." He told me with a shy smile. I returned the favor.

"No prob, babe." I gave him a quick kiss. "I love you." I turned to go.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Jaime called after me, yanking on the belt I'd securely tied to the A/C unit. I shrugged.

"No. I have to go take care of something, and I don't want you to see." I explained. His eyes grew wide and his face went pale.

"Babe, no, no. It's fine. Please don't do anything stupid. C'mon, just let me go."

"No can do, sweetheart." I headed to the door. "I'll be back, promise." I opened the door and stepped out.

"Vic! Vic! Let me fucking go!" I could hear him scream as I began to leave the building. No one messed with my Jaime, and Evie was about to learn why.

I gave everyone nice smiles and waves as I walked past the BBQ still taking place. I picked up my pace and stepped onto the bus. I knew Evie was there. Her voice on the phone echoed throughout the small space.

"Evie, we need to talk!" I yelled angrily. She came out of the back bunk room, phone to her ear. She gestured to her phone. "I don't give a fuck."

"Sí, sí, lo siento. Llamaré tarde. Adíos." She hung up the phone. "What's got your fucking panties in a wad?"

"You, pack your stuff." I told her firmly. She scoffed.

"Why? I haven't done anything?" She asked me, literal shock on her face.

"Oh, so making my boyfriend feel like a piece of shit is nothing? C'mon, Evie. I honestly don't want to be mean or rude, but you need to go, now."

"I'm not going fucking anywhere. You're boyfriend is a faggot who deserves to feel like shit."

"Then what about me, then? I'm with him, aren't I just as bad?"

"Yeah, but there's hope for you."

"What the fuck-"

"You still like girls. C'mon, Vic. You could have a real family, a real home. And yet you stay with that bastard? I just don't get it."

"Don't. You. Fucking. Talk. About. Him. Like. That. Got me? I love him. I don't love you. I'm sorry I got you pregnant, but I'm going to remain with Jaime, and not you nor anyone else can change that."

"You didn't knock me up, stupid cunt." Evie crossed her arms over her chest.

"What?"

"That's not your damn baby. It's mine and my ex-boyfriend's. I had a miscarriage with your baby."

"Then why are you here?! Why did you find me to meet 'our' son?"

"I thought I could help you, save you. But it appears that I can't."

"Save me from being in love? Get the fuck out, now. Pack your shit and get the fuck out." I growled. She didn't move. I was beyond livid. I punched the wall beside me, creating a hole. "Now, bitch!" She cowered and hurried to the back. The sound of hurried packing sounding between the walls. The air was thick with anger. How could Evie fucking do that? I had really believed that River was my son. I had come to love him, and it was sad to know I'd probably never see him ever again. Evie came out with two bags on her shoulder.

"Can you call me a cab? And grab River for me? He's in his car seat already." I nodded. I wanted her gone. I went to go get River. He giggled when he saw me.

"This is the last time, I'll see you. I love ya, niñito." I picked up the car seat and carried him off the bus to Evie. She was on the phone calling a cab herself. I stood outside until the cab came for her, silence encompassing us.

"Goodbye, Vic." Evie said as she put the last bag in the cab.

"Bye, Evie." I said flatly. She sighed and got into the cab. I watched as the cab drove away. I knew Jaime would be pissed with me, and there was a lot I had to explain to him. I sighed and walked back to the venue and to where Jaime was tied up.

Jaime had been singing to himself softly when I'd come in. I untied him and cuddled up to him, tears flowing down my cheeks. I was so hurt, and angry and shocked. He wrapped his arms around me, comfort waiting only for me, his anger at being tied up abandoned. He didn't ask questions, just continued singing softly as I cried into his chest.