This Love Was Out of Control (Fuenciado)

Hey Baby, Here's That Song You Wanted (xxx)

*Jaime's POV*

"I'm not tired," I stated, walking up the stairs with Vic.

"In that case, I'll start explaining...as soon as we get into my room and cuddle under the covers," he smiled while taking my hand. "By the way, I think Mike went to go stay at a friend's house. I don't see him anywhere so yeah."

We reached his room and I jumped on the bed as well as he did. I pulled myself up and rested my head on his chest. I felt his fast-thumping heart beat inside his shirt.

He ran his fingers through my hair. "To start, I never meant for you to think that I was pushing you away. The reason I didn't want you around me for a few weeks was because I was writing a song...for you...and if you were to be around me, I would never finish writing it. You would be my ultimate distraction," Vic elaborated, leaning his head on mine. "You're my boyfriend, Jaime. My everything. I wouldn't push you away. I want you near me. Don't forget, I love you."

He kissed my forehead. I immediately pulled his face closer to mine and cupped both his cheeks. I touched his soft lips to mine. Our kissing increased intensity instantly. I extracted the cover from us and sat on top of him.

"So you weren't pushing me away? You just wanted to write a song for me?" I asked, pausing our make out session.

"Of course not. I love you. I'll sing you the song tomorrow if you like?"

I nodded in agreement and pressed my lips against his. I slid my tongue on his bottom lip, craving for entry. He quickly parted his lips and grinded our hips together. Our bodies began to move as one; like two professional dancers doing the romantic Rumba on a dark starry night.

"Make love to me," I breathed out.

"Are you asking?" he smiled while staring in my eyes.

"No, I'm demanding it," I laughed.

"Are you being sarcastic, Jaime?"

"Maaaaaybe...but no seriously. I want you. Right here, right now."

"This calls for a Smackdown!" he hollered, punching his fist in the palm of his hand.

"You think you can beat me, punk?!" I joked with him.

"I'll kick your fucking ass, Avocado!" he shot back at me. He stood up as well as I did, ready for a battle.

"Bring it, Fuentits!"

*Vic's POV*

In a destructive matter, I vigorously shoved Jaime on the bed, pinning his hands to the pillow and jamming my lips to his.

"Told you I'd kick your ass," I laughed, smiling at him.

He tried to break free of my grip, but couldn't get loose.

"Fuck me," he moaned out.

I crashed my lips to his and straddled his hips to the bed. I caressed his cheek with my thumb. Sitting on top of him, I pressed my body against his, slowly sinking him down into the mattress. I tucked my hand behind his head and entangled my fingers in his hair.

"Ah, Vic," he moaned.

That was my cue to begin. We parted ourselves, taking a breath from kissing. I sternly yanked his shirt over his shoulders and threw it off the bed. He dittoed my action. I forcefully shoved him back down and searched for the buttons on his pants without looking down. His breathing started to pick up as well as mine. I reached the last button on his jeans and pulled them down his legs, revealing his dragon boxers.

"Nice," I said, sarcastically.

He looked down and blushed. "Whatever," he said, rolling his eyes.