Story Time {Pierce the Veil: One Shots}

Two For Me?

~Surprise ship~

-Jaime's POV-

The party barely started and I drank. I drank all sorts of alcohol last night, and probably did a few drugs, I have no idea. After the band and I started taking shots is when everything became blurry.

I remember touching someone's body, but God knows who. To be honest, it's all pitch black, so it could've been a dream.

My eyes still haven't opened, I couldn't open them yet. I was in my bed, it felt like my bed, and there's a chip in the headboard I can feel lightly with my finger.

So, luckily I made it to my apartment safely.

I rolled over but only to have my hand rest on someone else's hip. Slowly, I rubbed my hand up and down their body.

The curve of the hip and waist was very feminine. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking back my headache, but was faced with a soft, tan body, and thick, messy brown curls.

Their back was turned to me, and they were snoring ever so softly. I couldn't stop myself from rubbing their soft skin with the pads of my fingers. Slowly they rolled over and smiled at me, but timidly.

I was greeted with a blushing Vic. My own cheeks heated at the thought of what probably happened last night.

"G-Good morning," He said quietly, his voice softer and more delicate than I've ever heard it before.

He looked so timid, and scared. He was gripping the pillow and almost hiding under the comforter. Dark purple bruises littered his neck, and collarbone.

"Good morning, beautiful," I heard myself say.

He smiled and giggled quietly, burying his face further into the pillow. Suddenly, I felt someone cuddle up against my back.

My eyes widened as I tensed.

Either someone passed out after Vic and I last night, or I had a threesome in my drunken state. Slowly, I rolled, careful not to really touch the other person.

I saw another mess of thick, dark, messy hair and they were buried in my pillow. I looked at the arm and saw the all too familiar tattoos.

I had sex with Vic and Tony last night.

Tony grumbled softly and snuggled into my shoulder, he mumbled something inaudible and then stopped. Vic quietly giggled behind me.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He whispered.

"No, nothing," I said, slowly laying on my back but being careful so I don't wake Tony.

"Oh.." he said, biting back another smile.

"Was it wild?" I whispered jokingly.

He giggled and began to play with a little string hanging off the the comforter.

"Honestly.. y-you were amazing in bed last night, to me and Tony," he said, his cheeks rising in color once more.

I've never seen Vic so shy, and nervous before. God, I wish I could remember how he was last night.

Tony stirred and yawned, a quiet giggle came from him, "g'morning."

"Morning, sleepyhead," I said, finding this surprisingly comforting.

Vic gently pushed me so I would face Tony, and I couldn't help but smile. He snuggled into my chest, and smiled.

He, too, had dark bruises on his neck and chest. I gently ran my hand down his torso, to his hip, and gently rubbed his back. Tony was just as soft as Vic.