WARNING: Smut ahead.
PS: there's a reason why Tom always goes 'I hate you' with my baby Vic. Wanna know?
That night as he got ready bed, Jerry's mind was wild. He yearned to know all what had happened, but when he tried to remember, there came the wooziness and that deathly, piercing ringing sound in his ear.
It made him feel like violently banging his head on the wall.
He was standing in front of the mirror in his bathroom, glaring at himself. Come on, little mouse, remember. Remember. What happened two years ago? Remember, dammit. Then right when flashes of a nursery littered with kids came into hus mind, the ringing sound started up again.
"ah!" He pressed his palms against the sides of his head in pain. "Fuck this,"
Then a furry golden retriever padded inside, curious of what had gotten Jerry shouting.
She was Hana, a birthday present for Juno, but now just the family dog. Jerry urned off the light, walking out of the bathroom with her ans onto his bed, she joined him.
"You can sense my distress, can't you?" he sighed, petting her. "I am pretty distressed."
The dog continued to pant obliviously.
"Any chance you remember what happened?"
Nothing.
"Yeah, I don't think Tom would deliberately leave me to die either. But Jesse does sound sure of himself."
"Arf!"
"Hm, yeah you're right, what if I... what if I asked Tom?"
***
"It's been great seeing you once again Tom," Mr Lào extended his hand, which he shook with a nod.
"I hope you have a safe flight home, goodnight."
Mrs Lào gave him a small hug and then interlocked hers and her husband's arms again, signing. "Goodnight."
They were heading down the stairs when Victoria turned back and opened her mouth to say something, but Victor quieted her.
"Shoo, shoo, shoo, Vicki. Go on, shoo."
She scowled at him the turned back to smile at at Tom, "Bye, Tom. Goodnight."
"'Night," He grunted sending her a cursory glance, making his intentions clear.
They continued into the car and drove off to the airport, leaving Victor.
"You're not going with them?"
"No, I have something to do elsewhere tonight. I'll be leaving next week. " He removed his cufflinks and loosened his tie, relaxing a little.
"Oh, need to get laid to ease the stress?"
"Thomas, it may seem like it, but I don't spend that much of my life having sex. Not lately anyway," He had this weird faraway look in his dull eyes.
"How long?"
He sighed, running his hands through his straightened, shoulder-length hair. "A year? Two? .. I don't know,"
"Years? Who are you and what have you done to Victor the sex god?"
"The feeling just hasn't been there ever since... ah, nevermind." He snorted, "And what do you mean who am I? There's literally no one who could imitate an unpredictable and unique being such as I."
"Sheesh, and I thought Taurus was narcissistic."
"Taurus?"
"Friend o' mine,"
"Oh? Is he cute?"
"Aaand he's back," Tom drawled. "So tell me, the feeling hasn't been there ever since what?"
Victor looked at him with surprised eyes, then brushed it off with a laugh. "I was just overreacting."
"Were you?"
Vic pursed his lips, looking into the distance.
"In all my years of knowing him, Victor Lào has never had sad eyes. Not even when bullies picked on him, or when his mother died." Tom said. "He always laughed it off, then overcame it and moved on. Yet today, I'm facing a Victor with sad eyes. No matter how much he smiles, he can't hide it."
Tom reached out and patted his shoulder. "I've been in your place before, Vic. The place where it seems you can't laugh it off or overcome it."
"Jeez Tom, I don't need a full-blown lecture from you." He brushed Tom's hand off his shoulder, then started down the stairs. "And I can overcome it. After all, I'm Victor Lào."
He sauntered off into the night, repeating his last sentence over and over in his head.
But even as he did, a louder voice echoed in his head. The moans of that one person he just couldn't forget.
***
Warning: Smut ahead. Turn back if you know what's good for you. 😐
"Agh, ngh, mm, harder!"
"Gods, you're so tight,"
"That's... the b-burrden I gotta carry: a tight ass. Hngh, mnn,"
"Why are you so loud tonight? We're not in a hotel room,"
"Fuck getting caught, I w-want you! M-more!"
Victor grabbed his face, turning his head to look at him over the shoulder. He pressed his mouth against his in a heated kiss, while hitting his prostate over and over again, making him moan into his mouth.
"I want you just as much,"
"Who wouldn't? "
"You should really stop making me jealous in bed," You're mine only.
"Aww, what're you gonna do, Vic. Spank me?" He teased.
"You cheeky little angel," he pushed his front unto the bed, having complete access to his whole plump bum, then he parted the cheeks with his hands, watching his shaft drive fervidly in and out of the hole as the boy moaned under him.
He reached down and grabbed the boys own hard dick, leaking with precum, and stroked in his palm, making him moan even louder.
"Mm, ngh, Vic, I'm gonna-I'm -" He moaned intensely, saliva dripping down his chin as he reached his peak and came all over the newly changed sheets.
Vic continued to fervently bang him, holding back his release, biting his lip as sweat coated his body.
He's so perfect, gods, I just want more and more-
He leaned down and kissed the boy's sweaty neck, littered with love bites.
With a loud sexy moan, Victor came inside him, no barrier this time. He slowly pulled out, panting and watching the boy's hole pucker back up. He moaned again. "Fuck."
His cum streamed out of the hole, down the boy's shaky legs.
"You didn't use protection,"
"Oh now you mention it?" He collapsed into the soft bed, next to his lover, wrapping his limbs around him. "Don't worry, every other time, I did."
The boy's masked eyes were closed, and some strands of his soft blond hair fell over his eyes. Victor leaned in and kissed him slowly, easily pushing in his tongue and exploring the warm, delicious taste of this boy. The boy groaned and murmured between kisses, "Mm, everywhere hurts,"
"Do you always have to complain after we do this?"
"Either that or I'll get up and walk away, "
"Like hell you could,"
"Ugh, I hate when you're right."
He wrapped his arms around him, petting his soft hair. Then he traced the mask on his face with his fingers, the desire to pull it off getting stronger and stronger, but he had placed his trust in him, and Victor didn't want to lose that.
So then what had it been? What mistake had he made to lose someone so precious?