Vic’s POV
Jaime is pissed drunk again and he’s stumbling across the room. I don’t like it when he’s drunk like this, he’s different. He’s coming closer and he’s falling forward, pinning me against the wall. “Jaime get off me.” I murmur and try to push him away. “Mh… you wanna go upstairs?” he slurs. “No, I don’t- get off me you’re hurting me.” I repeat. “W-what’s your name, pretty boy?” He asks. I freeze. “Fuck Jaime-“
I grab his wrist and pull him to the bedroom, he needs to sleep. I manage to make him sit down on the bed, but he pulls me on his lap. “Tied to somebody? I won’t tell I promise.” “Ah fuck you Jaime. Just lie down and sleep you don’t even recognize your own boyfriend anymore.” I say frustrated. “Don’t you dare to talk to me like that!” He says and gets up, shoving me up against the wall. “Jaime just get off me, you’re too drunk right now, you don’t know what you’re doing.” I mumble. “I know fucking well what I’m doing!” He presses his hand against my throat and cuts my breath off. I try to talk, but I can’t, thanks to the lack of oxygen in my lungs. I grip his hands and try to pull them off me. And that’s when it happens; he hits me straight across the face. He lets go of me and I slump on the floor. “I won’t let you do this to me anymore. It’s over.” I whimper.
I stand up and run out of the room, through the crowd of people, upstairs into the bathroom and lock myself in, before he can hit me again. I turn the light on to examine the damage. There’s blood on my cheek and there’s going to be a bruise. Blood is dripping down from the back of my head and there are purple bruises on the neck. There’s a knock on the door. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. “Vic?”
Oh thank god it’s Tony. I open the door. “Oh my- shit- what happened?” He asks. I don’t answer, I just wince in pain. He closes the door behind him. He grabs the first-aid kit from the bathroom cabinet and starts patching me up. “Vic, who did this to you?” He asks. “J-Jaime.” I stutter. “Shit, did he drink too much again?” He asks. I nod again. He wraps his arms around my waist. “Vic, I don’t want to sound like an ass, but you and Jaime should take a break. He can’t continue to treat you like that, you deserve better.” I bury my face in his neck. “I’m gonna make sure, that he won’t bother you again. But just please promise me, to just – take a break for a few weeks.” “Yeah, I guess that’s the best, I already told him that we’re done, but I doubt he’ll remember that tomorrow.” “I’ll bring you to the bedroom.” He murmurs.
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Jaime’s POV
I wake up and my head hurts like shit. I lazily get dressed and go to the kitchen. Mike and Tony are standing there, oddly quiet. Tony is holding Mike’s arm but Mike pulls away and walks up to me. He shoves me back. “What the fuck, Mike?” “You couldn’t just fucking stop drinking. Do you even remember what you did to him?” He asks angrily. “What, who’s him? What are you talking about?” I ask confused. “Come upstairs and look at him.” “Mike!” Tony interrupts. “Don’t do this to him, okay? It could be a bit too much at the moment.” He says. “Are you talking about Vic?” I ask. “Yeah.” Mike says. “What happened? I wanna see him.” I demand. “I’ll go upstairs with him, alright?” Tony asks. “If he dares to touch him, or wake him up-“ “I know Mike.” He assures.
“What happened?” I ask Tony while we’re going upstairs. “Well, Vic didn’t tell me any details he just told me that you drunk way too much. Then you kinda tried to hook up with him.” I raise my eyebrows. “What’s so bad about that?” I ask. “Uh, you didn’t really realize that Vic was your boyfriend and he wanted to lay you down and sleep, but you got pretty aggressive and – Just look at it yourself.” He says.
He opens the door. I sneak in and see Vic lying there. God, he looks so hurt and broken. “Please don’t tell me I did that.” I whisper. Tony pulls me out of the room and closes the door. “Look Jaime, I really like you but I think it’d be better if he could have some time without you because – I mean, look what you did to him. I’m really sorry, dude.”
But I don’t answer, I just walk away. Out, yeah, I need to go outside.
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Vic’s POV
I wake up and everything hurts. I remember what Jaime did last night. Right as I want to get up, Tony opens the door. “Hey, how’re you feeling?” He asks softly. “How long did I sleep?” I ask. “It’s three in the afternoon.” He laughs. “Where’s Jaime?” I ask. His expression falls. “I told him what happened and he went out for a little bit.” I nod slightly. “Where’s Mike?” “He was pretty upset so he went to the gym.” He explains. Suddenly, there are tears forming in my eyes. Tony pulls me gently in a hug and I shift so I’m sitting in his lap with my legs wrapped around his torso. I pull back a bit, so I can look at him. I catch Tony staring at my lips. I know what he’s thinking. “Tony – I like you, but not like that.” I stutter awkwardly. “Don’t worry, I don’t like you like that.” He chuckles. “I just think, y’know – that you’re – uh how do I put this – kinda hot. Geez I don’t know, sorry I’m a fucking pig.” He says and blushes.
Before I can comprehend what I’m doing, I’m pushing him back and pressing my lips against his, craving for some kind of affection. And he’s wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, pressing his lips harder against mine. And it’s so weird because it’s Tony, but it’s also really fucking good. “Vic.” He groans softly. Our lips are moving together and he rolls us over. His tongue is gliding over my bottom lip. I gently suck it into my mouth and he starts moving it against mine. And it continues like that for a while, until I pull back panting. He’s grinning above of me, just to dip his head down quickly and kiss me again, just a quick peck on the lips.
“Sorry.” I murmur embarrassed as I try pull away. “Hey, I don’t mind. I like kissing you.” He says, trying to calm me down. “I just don’t want to go further because, y’know, with Jaime when he was drunk it was – yeah.” “Don’t worry.” He murmurs and kisses my forehead.
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Vic’s POV
A month has passed and nothing really happened. Well, I kissed Tony two more time when I was drunk, but it was just for comfort, because it felt good and we didn’t talk about it afterwards. And here I am again. At all the previous parties, Jaime wasn’t present, but now he is. I haven’t talked to Jaime since the accident. But right now, he’s walking towards me.
“Hey, uh, can we talk?” He asks. I nod dumbly and follow him to his room. He closes the door behind him. “First of all, I’m so fucking sorry. Sorry for the drinking, sorry for scaring you and the most important, sorry for hurting you. I-I haven’t drank anything since – y’know.” He’s looking down at his feet. “It’s okay.” I assure him. “No it’s not, it’s never okay to hurt someone you love. And I, uh, I wanted to ask you if you could ever see the chance of taking me back? You don’t have to –“ But he doesn’t get to finish because I’m pressing my lips against his. “I love you.” He whispers against my lips. “I love you too.” I smile. “But there’s something I need to tell you.” I murmur.
“What?” Jaime asks anxiously. “Y’know, when you and I weren’t together, Tony and I – fuck – we weren’t a thing, but – we kissed a few times…” I stutter. “How many times?” He asks. “Three times.” I answer. “Tongue?” He asks. “Yeah…” “Touching?” “A bit.” “Sex?” “No.” He sighs in relief. “Thanks god.” He hugs me tightly. “I love you so much.” He murmurs into my hair. “I love you too Jaime, so very much.”
