Confessions

It had been well past 3-o-clock am when Jaime had crawled into bed the night before. He'd been so exhausted that he hadn't even noticed the shape of another person already lying in that very bed.

He slept all night next to the very man that he'd spent all day trying to avoid. The same man who drove him all kinds of crazy. And when he woke up the next morning, said man had his hand wrapped around him and his legs tangled with Jamie's. Startled, his eyes fell on the expanse of pale skin enveloping his torso. Slowly, his gaze traveled upwards to the wavy blonde hair and sharp features. That was when recognition settled in.

"Victor! What-the-hell-are-you-doing-in-my-bed?" Jaime's voice was slightly strangled as he struggled to get out of the strong embrace.

Instead of loosening, the arms around Jaime tightened ever so slightly as Victor was jolted into consciousness. His eyes opened sleepily and then widened as he took in Jaime's struggles.

"Let-me-go!" Jaime's voice was strangled as he pushed against Victor's body and broke the hold that Victor had on him. "Why the hell are you in my bed? What is your fucking problem?"

"I don't have a fucking problem Jaime. I was waiting for you last night so we could talk but you took too fucking long and I fucking fell asleep on your bed." Victor's voice was still hoarse with sleep.

"Well then, get out of my bed now that you're fucking awake." Jaime shot up from the bed and stood towering over the other man.

"Oh come on, Jaime. Just seriously stop acting like a pissy white girl. We need to talk and we can't do that if you keep being so melodramatic." Victor rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up in the bed. His deep-brown gaze on Jaime intensified.

"I don't think I want to talk." Jaime's voice was both forceful and dismissive.

Victor's hand suddenly shot out to grip Jaime's wrist. "That's too bad then because we're going to talk anyway."

He pulled Jaime back onto the bed right on top of him, their faces only an inch apart.

"We are going to talk about how much your lips make me want to lean in and do this." Victor's lips met Jaime's. It was a harsh kiss; Victor pushed his tongue into Jaime's mouth and ran it over his teeth before delving even further. Jaime let out an involuntary gasp as his hand flew to Victor's shoulders where they gripped and pulled the other man closer.

It took Jaime seconds to join the duel for dominance as his tongue wrapped around Victor's and pushed it back into his own mouth. When Victor didn't let him, Jaime reached a hand down and rested it lightly over the other man's crotch. Victor couldn't keep from bucking just a little in shock and letting a low moan escape. Jaime seized the opportunity to absolutely ravage the other man's mouth.

"And are we going to talk about how every time we're in the same room you can't fucking control yourself?" Jaime pressed a little harder on Victor's crotch, fully feeling the outline of the other man's rapidly hardening cock. "Or how much I fucking want you every single fucking time but I can't have you because you are a fucking dick."

"So I'm the dick, hm? Am I the one who been ignoring you for the past week? Am I the one who wouldn't even talk to you? Am I the fucking one who broke your fucking heart?" Victor's hand buried themselves in Jaime's shoulder-length brown hair and pulled his face away so that he could glare into the roiling sea-green eyes.

"Why don't you understand? I can't do this!" Even as he said it, Jaime leaned down to capture Victor's lips again.

"Why Jaime? Why?" Victor's arms wrapped themselves around Jaime's waist and pulled him even closer.

"Because I fucking love you, that's why." With that, Jaime rolled off of Victor and landed in the space next to him on the bed, burying his head into his hands.

"You love me? That's your excuse for scaring me half to death by pulling that suicide stunt last week. And for ignoring me after that. And for not picking up my calls. And for not letting me fucking know that you were fucking alright?" Anger coated every syllable of Victor's words.

"Well, what was I supposed to do? Hang around you like a puppy-dog and hope to hell that you loved me back?"

"Yes, that's exactly what you were supposed to do because that's what I've been doing for the past six years!"

Jaime slowly looked up from his hands. The expression on his face was nothing short of incredulous. His eyes locked into Victor's gaze where a stark vulnerability had taken root.

Jaime's breathing sped up noticeably as his hands made a helpless trek to Victor's arms. He gripped them and pulled Victor even closer until their faces were once again only an inch apart.

"So now what do we do?" Jaime whispered into Victor's ear.

"This," Victor wrenched his left arm out from under Jaime's hand and buried it in his hair instead pulling Jaime even closer but he didn't let their lips touch. Instead, his breath spilled over Jaime's lips even as he refused to close the small distance.

Then, with his eyes still locked with Jaime's, Victor brushed his lips lightly before suddenly flipping Jaime over onto his back. A muted yelp of surprise fell from Jaime's mouth right as their lips met. Before he could start to respond to the kiss, Victor had already ended it. He sensually licked down Jaime's jaw down to his collarbone where his lips latched. Jaime's hand tightened on Victor's arm.

Victor's hand made its way downwards to Jaime's waist from where it traveled up again to find Jaime's right nipple and tweak it gently. The reaction was immediate as Jaime arched up into Victor's body and let a small moan escape him. Victor's tongue came down to where his hand was and gave Jaime's nipple a teasing lick. Again, the reaction was remarkable as Victor's body shuddered and his hand locked around Victor's in a death grip.

"Stop teasing me you fucking bastard." Jaime could only whisper.

"You have no right to tell me what to do, now do you?" Victor smiled as his took the nipple into his mouth and sucked. All of the comebacks which Jaime's pleasure-consumed brain had conjured up disappeared.

Knowing that the other man would start to get impatient soon, Victor finally began to hike down to Jaime's abs. Teasingly, he nipped the skin before roving over it with his hands.

"I swear, if you don't stop teasing me, I will ki-nghhhh-" Jaime's angry reproach was cut off as Victor's hand made a surprise journey down into Jaime's pajama bottoms.

His hand wrapped loosely around Jaime's cock as it swelled in size.

"I think I'll tease you all I fucking want. You want to know why? Because you are a frustrating jerk who is emotionally repressed. And it would do you some good to be taken down a notch."

"Why are you such a di-aghhh?" Victor's hand squeezed Jaime's base in his hand.

"You don't understand how much I've wanted you in all of those years. You don't understand how much I wanted this." He squeezed lightly again and ran a thumb over the tip. Jaime practically arched off the bed with a hushed groan.

"Get off of me you fucking sadistic bastard." Jaime abruptly pushed at Victor's shoulders and startled him enough to gain the upper hand. Now Jaime sat straddling Victor, his hard cock still hanging out. With one hand, Jaime trapped both of Victor's wrists and held them above his head. Then he just sat there, breathing hard onto Victor's neck.

"Now what?" Victor asked. There were undertones of both confusion and amusement in his voice but the most prominent emotion twisting his face was apprehension. His two words asked for a billion answers.

Jaime had none of those answers but he had the power to drive the questions away from Victor's mind. He leaned down to latch his lips onto Victor's neck and he sucked lightly on the skin there as Victor tilted his head back to let the outline of his adam's apples stretch tight.

Victor's arms jerked under Jaime's hands when he started to lick a moist path from his neck to his chest and then he looked up at Jaime whose face was flushed as he stared heavily down at him. There eyes locked once again as Jaime trekked down to his nipple and gave it a lick as teasing as the one Victor had given him. Victor involuntarily threw his head back again as a groan chocked past his throat, he almost escaped the snare of Jaime's hands but he couldn't. Jaime had always been the stronger of the two but not by much. He had to take Victor's hands from above his head and bring them to his side to continue keeping them pinned down.

Victor gave Jaime a defiant look even as he bent down to give another shudder-inducing lick to his nipple. Jaime moved to his other nipple and licked it slowly before blowing lightly on it. Victor's eyes slid shut and he bit his bottom lip tightly as if trying to keep from giving a reaction. He failed, however, when Jaime lightly put his mouth over Victor's nipples and sucked. His whole body arched and his captive hands tried to grab onto Jaime's arms. While Victor had quickly moved on from Jaime's nipples, Jaime preferred to linger a while until his nipples were hard and straining. By the time Jaime was ready to move on, Victor was moaning incoherently at each hard suck.

"Ja-aaime! Goddamnit! J-just co-" Victor panted.

Jaime silenced him with a harsh kiss to the lips before moving down once again, his lips brushing lightly over his chest, his sternum, his belly-button, his hip bone. To remove Victor's pants, Jaime relinquished his hold on one of his hands. However, Victor didn't even move it as Jaime ran his hand over his boxers. Instead of taking them off immediately, Jaime let his hand dance up and down the still clothed erection while looking at Victor's face for a reaction. And what a reaction it was as his eyes widened impossibly and his teeth started to bite into his lip once again.

Then Victor simply took it too himself to take the boxers off and with his free hand he accomplished just that.

"Get-a-fucking m-move-on!" Victor ground out. "You fucking owe me that much!"

"Now do I? But then again you have no right to tell me what to do, now do you?" Jaime said echoing Victor's previous words, his hand finally reaching towards Victor's naked dick.

"You fuckin-nggh!" Victor broke off as Jaime's hand wrapped around his base.

The touch was teasing as it moved up and down with feather-light touches around Victor. Jaime showed no mercy as Victor's hips started to buck and his cock swelled in his hand.

"Just-please-goddamnit!" Victor's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. "I-I nee-"

"This?" Jaime said before delivering a soft lick to the head of Victor's cock. The moan that rushed past Victor's lips was impossible to keep inside and he arched once again.

"Y-yes! Jaime!" Victor's bottom lip was starting to look bruised as he continued to bite down on it.

Another groan escaped Victor as a lick was delivered from the base to the tip. Again it was teasing, bordering on torturous. And then finally, mercifully, Jaime took the Victor into his mouth and sucked. This time, the arm that was still trapped in Jaime's hand jerked impossibly and he clutched at the sheet beneath him as his hips gave an involuntary arch.

Before Jaime could really get into it, Victor suddenly wrenched his hand free and pulled Jaime away from his cock. With a clever roll, he sat on top of Jaime.

"What kind of fucking plea-sure do y-you get from f-fucking torturing me?" Victor panted.

"Is that a trick question?" Jaime smirked from below him.

"Bastard." Victor said matter-of-factly.

"You just fucking said you loved me." Jaime said. There was a barely discernable quiver to his voice even as he tried to say it jauntily.

"That doesn't make you any less of a bastard, now does it?" A smile played at Victor's lips even as his cock throbbed and he couldn't catch his breath.

"I guess not." Jaime's own cock was pretty hard as Victor sat on top of him and unconsciously ground down on him as he talked.

"Do you have lube and condoms?" Victor asked, his hand running up and down Jaime's naked chest causing slight shudders.

"Yeah, in the nightstand drawer, wait." Jaime said as he frantically pulled open said drawer and fished around inside of it before coming up with a large tube of lube and a long line of condom packages. He handed Victor the tube as he tore one condom package from the rest and tossed it back into the drawer.

Victor quickly slid off of Jaime until he was sit in between his two legs. His hands reached to part Jaime's butt cheeks. Then, Victor uncapped the tube with his mouth and poured some lubricant into his hand. Victor looked up at Jaime as his hand slid in between. His eyes held something of a challenge or maybe a question to which Jaime responded by closing his eyes, lying back, and pushing his legs further apart.

Victor massaged the pucker lightly with lube before sliding one finger in. It was a little hard to do because Jaime was so tight. It was as if he was squeezing involuntarily. Victor could barely contain another groan.

"Relax." He whispered loudly and added another finger along with the first. A look of discomfort played across Jaime's face as he gently thrust inside but he did seem to relax just a bit. A third finger followed suit along with some more lube. The discomfort on Jaime's face morphed into fully fledged pain as he bit his lip to keep from crying out.

"I-This hur-ts." Jaime said, almost calmly.

"I know. It won't if you relax though. Relax the muscles here." Victor said thrusting inside to show him where. And at the deep thrust, a cry finally burst past Jaime's bitten lip and his back arched.

Worried, Victor quickly took his fingers out of Jaime and pressed them to his thigh.

"N-no, p-prostrate. Keep going. Fucking don't stop." Jaime spoke in little pauses.

So Victor put his fingers back in and searched again for that spot. He quickly found it again and dragged his finger over it. Jaime's reaction was amazing, he arched off the bed and groaned as his legs tried to close around Victor.

Deeming Jaime ready, Victor took his fingers from the man. Jaime groaned in frustration and arched his hips a little as if to urge Victor to put his fingers back in. Instead, Victor took the condom from the bed and tore open the package before putting the condom onto the head of his cock. Before he could roll it down, Jaime's hand reached up and took it from him. One of his hands held the condom while the other rolled it down slowly. His hands deliberately lingered on Victor's cock even after he was done putting the condom on; he began to reach down to fondle his balls before Victor reluctantly drew his hands away.

Victor lifted Jaime's legs around his waist before pressing the tip of his cock to the opening. Instead of pushing in, he waited for Jaime to do it himself. With massive amounts of effort, Jaime lifted up and pushed himself onto Victor. Barely a few centimeters went in but Jaime's face turned bright red with pain.

"Breathe Jaime." Victor said even as the breath rushed out of him. "Relax."

"I can't do it." Jaime said in a fiercely controlled voice. " You p-push in."

"Are you sure?" Victor asked.

"Do it, goddamnit!" Jaime's eyes were shut tightly again.

So Victor did it, a few centimeters at a time until he was fully inside. A heavy flush had trickled down from Jaime's face down to his chest and it looked for a few minutes like he wasn't breathing at all. Victor waited for quite a few moments, waiting for Jaime to get used to it. He gently adjusted Jaime's legs around him before resting his hands on his thighs and rubbing soothing circles into the skin.

Jaime's breathing started to regain some semblance of normality as the seconds ticked by. The pain began to fade as only an uncomfortable feeling remained. He pushed against Victor to urge him to move. Instead of moving, Victor tightened his hands on Jaime's thighs and held him still.

"Are you sure?" Victor asked him. His face was just as flushed as Jaime's as he struggled to get those words past his lips. He could barely hold himself from thrusting into the blissful heat he was enveloped in.

"Stop asking me that." Jaime's eyes clenched shut. "Move, goddamnit!"

Victor brought his hand up and rested it next to Jaime's head before bring his lips down to his and tangling them in a kiss. Slowly, he began to pull out of Jaime. When there was no perceptible sign of pain on Jaime's face, he pushed back in shallowly.

Victor started up a slow rhythm in and out of Jaime who's eyes had drifted shut. Signs of pleasure had started to return to his face. Leaning down, Victor kissed his forehead. In doing so, his body shifted enough inside to make Jaime cry out.

Immediately, Victor pulled out, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? I'm so sorry!"

"Y-you idiot! Come back here!" Jaime frantically pulled at Victor's arms who was slowly retreating away from him. "Do I have to tell you every time when you find my prostrate?"

"Oh." Victor smiled a little sheepishly and lay back down on top of Jaime. Positioning himself right outside of his Jaime's entrance, he paused. "Well then, I guess you want me to find it again."

Jaime's face flushed with chagrin this time. "Don't be a jerk. Just-just get on with it."

"Your wish is my command." Even as he said it, he pushed back into Jaime's heat. The thrust was long and it shifted just enough to hit Jaime's prostrate once more.

After that, Victor angled his hips just right to make Jaime arch and moan with each deliberately slow thrust.

"F-faster Victor." Jaime commanded.

When he's began thrusting, Victor had been all set to tease Jaime. Make him beg. But suddenly, he found himself unable to stop. The pace became wild as they both lost themselves.

"I-Keep going! Goddamnit! Jus-just there! A-ah! I'm close!" Jaime cried into Victor's neck.

"I am too." Victor carded through Jaime's hair as he sped up even more.

In minutes, they both reached their climax and collapsed on top of each other.

"Don't think I'm done talking to you." Victor panted lightly into Jaime's ear as they both lay together.

"Too bad I am." Jaime whispered and brought his lips to Victor's, silencing him with a gentle kiss.