*3rd Person*
Without Tony there for them to tease, and Mike to be obnoxious and loud, Jaime and Vic could actually enjoy the rest of dinner.
"Should we get dessert or head back?" Vic asked, sitting Indian style like a child.
Jaime yawned. "We passed an ice cream place on the way here..." He trailed off and Vic smiled, his eyes lighting up. He fucking loved ice cream. They paid and Vic literally dragged Jaime out of the resteraunt.
"Can I have a piggy back ridee?" Vic whined "We've been walking foorreeevveeerr." He looked at Jaime pouting. He rolled his eyes.
"Will you stop being a baby? You have two perfectly fine legs!"
"But I'm tired!" He stopped dead in his tracks.
"No Vic, you're too heavy anyways." Jaime said, finally. Vic just rolled his eyes and jumped on Jaimes back. He stumbled forward, almost falling.
"Jesus Vic! I said no!"
Vic hugged his arms around him tighter, not letting go. He buried his face in Jaimes neck. "Dont make me walk" he mumbled. Jaime sighed, grabbing Vic's legs so he wouldn't fall. He could feel Vic smile and giggle, giving him goosebumps.
When they finally got to the ice cream place, Jaime shrugged Vic off his back.
"What kind are you gonna get Hime?" He asked, innocently tapping on the glass cover of the display.
"Chocolate chip cookie dough" Jaime chirped, smirking at Vic.
"Wow, I thought you would know. Moose tracks is soo much better." He sighed, taking out his phone and checking the time. 9:05.
Their ice cream keeping their mouths occupied, they walked another third of the way the way to the bus silently.
"Why didn't you get a cone?" Vic asked, licking his lips.
"Too easy to spill. Bowls are much better."
"Uhm, I don't think so. You can't eat a bowl. Cones are better."
Jaime laughed. "No, you get more ice cream in a bowl. Therefore, better."
"You just don't like cones because you hate puppies" Vic stated ,both of them finishing off the ice cream and throwing it away in a street bin.
Jaime laughed. "What does that have to do with anything? I love puppies. In fact, you kinda look like a puppy and I certainly don't hate you"
They were just in front of the bus and could hear the TV going and the shower.
"You don't? Awwwh, you're so sweet" Vic mocked, hugging Jaime and giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
Jaime wiped his face and tried to pry Vic off him. When he'd determined Vic wouldn't let go, he gave him a hard smack on the ass.
Vic let out a yelp and jumped.
"I'm gonna tell Mike you hit me!" He pouted, opening the bus door.
Jaime stopped him by grabbing his arm. Pulling him away from the door, Jaime's face grew more serious.
"Vic, you know the other night when you..." He trailed off. Vic turned bright red, even in the dark of night.
" I'm sorry about that, I can explain why-"
Jaime cut him off by pressing their lips together. After a second, he tried to pull away but Vic bit his lower lip and stepped closer, connecting their lips again. Jaime smiled into the kiss, his hands snaking around Vic's waist.
They both took turns kissing back harder and harder, until they were sure their lips would be bruised. Vic's hands were in Jaimes hair and Jaime had his arms around his waist, keeping them as close as possible.
They pulled back for air, resting their foreheads together, panting. They studied each others features for a while, admiring each other.
"We should go inside" Jaime whispered.
Vic hesitated. "Ok...You first"
Jaime took his hand and almost pulled him to the side with the door. He let go of his hand, lingering just a little on his calloused fingertips, then followed him in.
'This is insane.' Vic thought. 'I can't fall in love that fast. Right?'