Submissive cravings

Chapter 8

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~VIC’S POV~

What?

“I can’t Jaime, my brother is probably already wondering where the fuck I am. I need to get going. Now!” I uttered standing up and hurrying to get dress. My tired and still shaky body made the simple task quite difficult. Meanwhile, I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8 pm. Fuck!

“Mmm no, stay!” Jaime murmured as he lazily rolled on the bed. “Come on you are kinda grown up, 25 years old ain’t an age anybody should be worrying or even caring if you sleep out. Besides, Mike is the younger one, he doesn’t get to ask anything to you…weren’t you the bossy person, Vic?” Mr. Sassy. asked raising an eyebrow, then bit his lower lip as he scanned my still naked lower body.

This was one of many the moments I wished I could stop time and allow myself to think clearly. I was still half naked…given the hour and the lusty look in Jaime’s eyes leaving was becoming more of an illusion than a reality.

“Hell I am a bossy person, even if it doesn’t appear to you.” I spatted mildly annoyed. “But Mike is a naturally curious person and consequently rather intrusive. So, I can dismiss his questions today, tomorrow, but not forever. And trust me the more you ignore them the more irritable he becomes. And an irritable little brother is a pain in the ass, so I’ll end up telling him the truth or lying; which in the end would make me feel like shit…okay? I h-a-v-e t-o g-o, please stop seducing me.” I finished.

Jaime shot me a confused look while he finally stood up to get dressed too. I admired his naked body once more before he put on his boxers and a shirt.

“Wait, are you implying what I think you are? Mike can’t be homophobic! He is one of the least racist and homophobic persons I know! I wouldn’t be friends with him otherwise.” Jaime said looking at me in disbelief.

Mike and Jaime were friends? This Jaime? Mike hadn’t told me a shit about it.

“Friends? Are you sure he knows you are into guys?” I questioned taken aback by his confession.

“Sure. Tony and I met Mike in a tattoo saloon a couple of months ago and became pretty close since then. We went to clubs together many times and he surely saw my hooking up with dudes or seducing the bartender instead of admiring the strip chicks. For what I know, he is a really cool guy.” Jaime answered truthfully.

Oh dear. He knew nothing.

I wasn’t sure about what to think of this whole situation.

On the one hand, it was pretty strange that Mike had even considered introducing me to a guy who is the male version of Aphrodite. On the other hand, he was rather desperate about setting up a band. Moreover, he thought I was “cured”. Damn, I believed it too…

Period.

What if he was testing me?

Fear rose over me as I hurried to take out my phone from my jean pocket. When I finally got it out, I pressed the unlock button concerned about the twinkling led light and so it hit me.

20 lost calls.

From Mike.

10 messages:

“Robin told me all u faggot!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! 1 hour Vic. 1 fucking hour I was gone and u get ur cock sucked by a guy. Really? You’re worse than a fucking slut…at least they get paid 4 it”

“The worst part is that I believed in u. I thought u were really over it. I thought u were a normal guy now. Boy was I wrong”

“Nothing 2 say? Why don’t you answer my calls u whore. Are u too busy being fucked by Jaime now? I used to think u were a rather handsome guy…Now u disgust me”

“Oh. Spending the night out, are we? That’s it. I wanted to talk to u and try 2 make u reason with some nice and easy girls that I managed to bring over our place…But I give up, that’s all I could do. I’m calling mum and dad. It’s 4 your good.”

No…no, no, no.

Not the religious bullshit again, please!

My legs gave in and I fell on my knees on the hard floor.

I couldn’t go on reading anymore because my eyes were flooded with tears, making everything look blurry. Soon after, Jaime approached me and placed one arm around my waist, offering me a shoulder to cry out my soul. He must have thought that I am plain stupid and pathetic for acting the way I did, but, honestly, I just couldn’t control it, there was a waterfall of tears coming out of my eyes.

“Hey, let it go.” He softly whispered in my ear forcing me to give him my phone. Anyway, the words were now stuck in my mind.

My sobs grow louder.

“Oh god!” He exclaimed. I turned round to watch him. Mr. Sassy. was staring at the bright screen probably reading all the lovely messages.

“Don’t.” I whimpered trying to grab my phone back. I was already making a scene by crying like a pussy, Jaime reading the texts could only humiliate me more.

“Shhh.” He murmured leaving my phone on the floor before facing me. I looked down, his glare was too much to handle right now. “I am so sorry your brother is such a jerk. There is nothing wrong with you Vic, he is the one getting it wrong. You are precious no matter your sexual orientation.” Jaime continued, then put a lock of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.

I just kept on crying. He didn’t get it. I was fucked.

“I knew some shit like this was going to happen if I gave in. I don’t regret what we did but seeing now the consequences I just, I just…I feel awful” I wept looking directly into his eyes.

“No! Don’t give him that pleasure. That’s exactly how he wants you to feel. You can’t help who you are attracted to honey, it just…happens. You can’t just bury your feelings and put his or anyone’s happiness before yours. Eventually, your real feelings will come out and then you will regret not letting them out before. Trust me, I’ve been this way since high school and I knew plenty of gay guys and girls that lived the unhappiest years of their life because they couldn’t accept what was happening to them. Just try to embrace it and carry on, it’s hella easier than you might think.” Jaime sincerely uttered.

As he spoke I stopped crying. His calm voice somehow relaxed me. I felt understood and not judged. Mr. Sassy. was being so nice…

“Thank you…” I was starting to say when I got interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

Was Mike here?

No, he wouldn’t knock.

Sophie entered the room afterwards, not bothering to wait for an answer.

“I heard cries.” She said looking at us with a concerned look in her face. Thank God we were already dressed.

“Uncle J… are you hurting Victor?” Sophie asked rather horrified and sleepy.

Oh, I must look like crap.

Afterwards, she ran towards me and hugged me wrapping her tiny hands around my neck.

“No, Sophie! I’m not hurting Vic at all. He…he is just a little sad.” Jaime affirmed looking surprised about the whole situation.

“You better not.” The little girl next to me threatened with a crooked smile in her face “We are going to marry.” She finished before laughing out loud and blushing uncontrollably.

She was so sweet. Suddenly, I found myself wanting to be her age again, so careless and innocent, with nothing to worry about. Pure happiness.

“Be sure to invite me then!” Jaime exclaimed winking at her.