Submissive cravings

Chapter 9

~JAIME’S POV~

Finally the morning came, even after such a long day like yesterday.

I was preparing coffee when I heard Vic mumble a 'good morning' and sit at the table. I was worried about him. Yesterday, after his breakdown and Sophie’s irruption, we decided to order some pizzas and call it a night. Yes, my dream of a sleepless fucking night with Vic would have to wait… so far since the incident occurred, he hadn’t been in the mood. It was a pity really.

Fuck Mike and his shitty homophobia.

Vic was visibly affected by that texts; he was proving to be so sensitive inside, so fragile. However, he had every right to be like he was, the messages were plain horrible and cruel.

As for myself, I was mad. Vic surely was in denial of being attracted to men but this, what his brother did, was evil…he tore him apart by attacking him where he knew it would hurt. I found myself wanting to kill the bastard, getting your way over a sub person just because you are or feel stronger was something I couldn’t stand. I wanted to take care of Vic now, even if that didn’t involve sex.

Wait, what?

Libido, my friend, where have you gone!?

An hour later Vic and I were in the studio. We were the first ones to arrive, as Vic wished it. We have barely spoken so far, and I found myself missing the motioning of his lips. And it wasn't like I stood quiet; I brought up various topics just to chat, completely leaving aside seduction, yet Vic remained impassive…

“Jaime, stop trying to cheer me up, it’s pointless” Vic sighed while tuning his guitar “And please just ignore Mike and his comments, okay? We’re together in a band now, so confronting won’t get us far.” He added meeting my gaze.

I wanted to tell him so many things…like how he shouldn’t be feeling ashamed of himself, or how he ought to stand up if someone is picking on him, even if it’s his own brother, but I realized words weren’t getting to Vic right now so I decided to just step forward and wrap my arms around him. Almost immediately, I could feel his arms and chest start to relax against me. It was such a relief to feel like I was able to pull away the sadness and angst that had been consuming him today.

“Don’t let bullshit get to you, ever.” I murmured while softly kissing his lobe. It was such an innocent but meaningful hug that it unsettled me a little…it was so unlike me to do this, no lust involved.

However, as everything comes to an end, the door shut open.

Vic quickly pulled away from me and turned his back to the front door, pretending to be busy tuning his guitar. His pretty little hands were shaking a bit so the notes came out sounding rather crappy.

Looking again at the main door I saw the source of Vic’s angst. There he was, entering the room slowly, like everything could wait for him. Well, I was growing tired of his very laid-back attitude. Yes, the same one I used to find incredibly cool when we hanged out together with Tony. Back then I thought he was an awesome calm guy who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Now things were pretty different, his mere presence seemed to annoy me.

“Hey, look who decided to show up!” Mike exclaimed pointing at Vic, feigning surprise whilst he finally entered the recording room shutting the door behind him.

Vic turned to face him noticeably pissed.

“Yeah, damn I did. We have to record at least three songs today and you know better than anyone that I’m a hell of a responsible person, something you’ve never learnt along with respect for the elders because mum and dad spoilt you to the core. Just…just shut up and play, that’s what we all came here for.” Vic uttered raising the tone of his voice as he reached the end of the sentence. Afterwards, he went back to tuning his guitar, his hands no longer shaking.

Damn, I suddenly felt turned on. My little sub was unbelievably hot when he shouted.

Going back to Mike, he stood frozen in his place, clearly not expecting Vic response at all. Well damn, that’s what you get when you mess with people. I was proud of Vic standing up for himself. Nevertheless, he had been rather nice for my liking; I would have said quite a few more things just to put the prick in his place. But then again, I have a rather explosive personality which implies I have no problem in fighting with anyone, physically or verbally. People knew better than to fuck with me, in this context, of course.

I was pretty vengeful.

Vic, on the other hand, seemed to be the total opposite of me. He probably preferred to avoid fights and trouble at all costs. Honestly, being such a nice and pacific person it was hard to imagine why anyone would want to confront him.

Vic was angelical. And I’m turning sentimental.

“Whoa, calm down! Things weren’t so great last night, were they?” Mike sneered looking me in the eyes before walking around Vic.

“Stop it already and go play the fucking drums Mike!” I roared. He was getting on my nerves and I had to control myself from kicking his ass right there.

“Yeah guys, let’s all calm down.” Tony uttered seemingly worried about the entire situation. Poor Tony, he really did hate fights because it reminded him of his broken family.

Mike completely ignored us.

“Are you bad tempered because Jaime was too rough with you? Or because he couldn’t fully satisfy you…he is not that big, right? Did that disappoint you, you desperate disgusting slut? I bet…” The asshole had said enough; I flew across the room and tackled him, causing his body to fall to the floor.

Once above him, I repeatedly hit his face wanting to erase that arrogant smile of his. His nose bled a little, but that didn’t stop me. I was consumed by my fury. Mike attempted to threw a few punches at me, but I easily eluded them. The prick turned out to be a pure babbling type, the ones that when it comes to action just run. What a pussy, and then I’m supposed to be the gay here. I was beating the shit out of his straight ass.

“You better stop tormenting him, what Vic does is none of your fucking business Mike. He is a grown up man, and your older brother too, so you have to show him respect. And for your information, I left him more than satisfied, more than you could ever satisfy a woman sweetheart” I snapped grinning evilly before standing up.

As always, adrenaline paid off. I had taught the fucker a lesson.