Submissive cravings

Chapter 17

~JAIME’S POV~

He appeared magnificently like a star on a black cloudy night; I was almost expecting him to. I had seen him following me around, hunting, as he always did, waiting for the moment to attack.

I knew the fucker so well.

And he did know me too.

The decision I was about to make was a risky one; it could fuck up things forever. I was desperate though…Vic had just sorta broke up with me in his own straightforward –and rather tactless- way. The little rebel, as always, basically said that he had enjoyed everything about this night and our ‘messy’ relationship, yet he needed to grow up and become straight to fulfill his parents’ stupid as fuck expectations. Well, that was the way I saw it. Dammit, I was really pissed about Vic’s homophobic family and the way they were spoiling Vic’s happiness with their actions. Besides, I was mad at Vic for martyring himself...

Because that was just what he was doing by leaving me.

Why couldn’t he see it? Didn’t he realize how happy he was half an hour ago? Why the fuck was he giving up on his personal happiness?

Kellin.

He was the one laughing as he proceeded to wrap his arms around my waist and pressed his chest against my back.

“Jaime!” He yelled in his characteristically high pitched voice. “Long time no see my sweet Jelly; I was starting to think you got hit by a bus…I mean, admit it, you are really bad at crossing the streets. I was truly worried though, it would be a real pity…all this muscles to rot in the dirt.” Kellin added letting his hands wander along my chest and arms.

Vic was dumbfounded before me.

Okay, that wasn’t a surprise at all. I knew some scenario like this would develop if Kellin decided to make his appearance... Kellin wasn't stupid, he would only show up when he was certain his plan would succeed. I had done the same countless times with random guys I wanted to fuck but weren’t single…Kellin and I were so goddamn alike, no wonder I knew all of his strategies, he was basically a submissive version of me. And my ex too; we had been together for three years. Undoubtedly, they were the best years of my life; however, our relationship eventually deteriorated because everything between us turned rather predictable due to our similarity. Yes, the same quality that seemed amusing at first was the one that made our relationship terribly boring and tiresome . So, we finally decided to broke up and just stay as casual fuck-mates.

Casual.

Back to the scenario I was in, everything was complicated.

And, as I mentioned before, I took a risky decision: Vic would either feel his passion towards me reignite or completely burn out.

It wasn’t like I had any better option, though.

“Okay we are over then, cool.” I answered Vic in a feigned calm voice. I was anything but calm.

Afterwards, not wanting to see the reaction on his face, I turned around and faced Kellin. He was wearing tight black jeans, red vans, a cream velvet t-shirt and a black hat, his signature item. His face was exactly as I remembered it, those blue eyes too; it seemed as if time hadn’t pass for the fucker. He was gorgeous.

“Damn, you don’t grow old, do you?” I asked caressing his soft cheek with the back of my hand. “Do you feel like dancing Kells?” I added in a mildly provocative way.

“Like you had to ask.” Kellin replied winking, his eyes sparking with desire as he dragged me along to the dance floor, very much like I had done with Vic just a few moments ago. However, this time, my plan wasn’t to get lost among the crowd, I wanted Kellin and I to boast about our natural chemistry, to put on a show so as Vic would see it and –hopefully- feel jealous, consequently realizing he can’t just dump me like he did.

It was a slim chance, but it was worth a shot.

“Kellin, sweetie, we don’t mix with the crowd remember? We go wild on the platforms. Damn, we used to fucking own this place, didn't we?” I whispered in Kellin’s ear as I delicately rubbed myself against his tiny ass. Not really meant to do that, but it came out automatically when I approached him. Yeah, I was still hard from all the dirty dancing with Vic. Fuck, my balls would turn blue unless I got laid soon.

Vic,

I hope he watches at the platforms.

~VIC’S POV~

What the actual fuck?

Okay, in retrospect, I think I was a little bit melodramatic when thinking about Jaime’s future…the fucker replaced me in the span of a minute!

I still couldn’t believe what I had experienced, it all happened so fast…I mean, suddenly, out of nowhere, this gorgeous blue-eyed guy with an angelical aura but devilish face appeared, not even bothering to acknowledge me, and easily seduced Jaime who just decided to follow him, not even caring about leaving me here all alone. Okay, I broke up with him, he was no longer supposed to emotionally care about me, yet, in my opinion, if a person had strong feelings for another, like Mr. Sassy. claimed to had, they couldn’t just disappear immediately, it takes time...

Maybe he was lying all along.

He didn’t actually give a fuck about me. Like everyone else. People used me over and over for their own benefit and I just kept on letting them.

I was dumb; however, not dumb enough to just accept the Jaime's offer of taking me home if things didn’t work out. I had predicted back then that it would have been an awfully awkward situation so I proposed this club that was only two blocks away from my house.

So…

Why the hell was I still here?

Well, on the one hand, the barman clearly had a crush on me so he just kept on giving me drinks for free, probably thinking he stood a chance since Jaime was out of the way. Poor thing, I had inherited my parents resistance to alcohol, it would have taken him bottles and bottles to get me really drunk.

On the other hand, I was waiting…what exactly I am not sure. I just couldn’t get over the fact Jaime was already with another guy.

And damn the fucker was blunt about it. Over a circular platform I spotted him and the much-hotter-than-me guy. They were dancing, more like fucking with their clothes on, but what really caught my attention was how unbelievably coordinated their movements were; how they caught each others hands without looking, like knowing exactly where they intended to go; how they pulled each others hair at the same time when they were just about to kiss... Watching hurt, a lot, but I couldn’t deny they were incredibly hot together.

Jaime was definitely better off without me.

Period.

There was really no point in me staying in the club anymore so silently, and shamefully horny, I headed home.