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p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"br /Jaime Preciado would consider himself a tolerant and forgiving person, until the jackass stole his wallet. He was already running late for play practice. Yes, he was openly gay and yes, he was in a Broadway play. He got teased a lot by his 'friends' about the gay stereotypes and all that. He honestly didn't care. He loved to be on stage, to be in the spotlight, to be the center of attention. It thrilled him; he knew that he belonged on a stage, just not acting. He wasn't the best actor; his voice and passion for being on stage was what got to the /br /He was at dollar general when it happened, one minute he was at the counter paying for his Gatorade, the next; someone was sprinting outside of the store with his wallet. Great. Just what he fucking needed. Another distraction, keeping him from making it to /br /Jaime followed, leaving his groceries behind at the counter. The cashier yelled at him as he ran after the /br /"Fucking inconvenient." He murmured under his breath, spotting the guy's tye-dyed hoodie a little ways away from /br /"Hey! You! Get back here!" Jaime yelled, watching as the guy turned and started to run again. Shit. He was going to be really late if he didn't hurry his ass up and catch this /br /And so, the chase began. The robber was clever, almost losing Jaime a few times, but finally, the chase was done. He ran into a dead /br /Jaime approached him and pushed him up against the wall, taking his first good look at the /Skinny, but lightly muscled. Shorter than him by a few inches. He wore ripped skinny jeans and a hat on /br /"Let me go! Get off of me, god damn it! Mother fucking cunt! Bitchy ass, shit-faced bastard!" The Mexican yelled, struggling against Jaime's grip. Jaime noticed, with a start, that his voice was gorgeous, even while spitting out ugly curse words. His lips were full, he had a perfect nose, and his eyes were like hot chocolate, warm /br /His stomach flipped when he noticed that the guy had a nose piercing. Holy fucking shit. Jaime was immediately turned on. His hair was long, too. Good for tugging on when they reached their climaxes and… Jaime wanted to hit himself for thinking these things about someone who had tried to steal his property. Stupid hormones and stupid hot /br /The guy was fuming, kicking and struggling. It was actually pretty funny, watching a cute stranger struggle against his grasp. The fiery Mexican was spewing out swear words, both Spanish and English, like a hose shooting out /br /"Vete a la mierda! Espero que mueras de mierda en la calle por un coche, maldito cono de mierda! Suck my dick maldito, no me gusta su cara de mierda! Vete al infierno y pudrirse alli. Eres un hijo de puta insufrible! Dejame el Go Fuck!"br /br /Jaime had no idea what he was saying, but understood the main message, he didn't want him anywhere near him. This guy was obviously not in a good mood at the /br /"Dude, calm down. Just give me my wallet back." Jaime said calmly, still pinning him hard to the wall. The stubborn hottie shook his head, /br /"Fucking make me, prick." He spat the words out. How could he make dirty words sound so pretty? The way everything just seemed to roll off of his tongue had Jaime wanting to use his tongue for other /br /"I'll search you myself, then." Jaime threatened. Not that he minded searching the guy. Maybe he would accidentally search every part of his body. With his /br /Jaime blinked quickly, shaking his head as if that would help clear away the bad thoughts that he was having. He had never thought such dirty things about anyone else. What was so special about this guy?br /br /"Tocame y te voy a matar. Voy a follarte trizas." The guy sounded like he was threatening him. It was really hot, the way his words sounded so foreign and /br /"Listen, buddy. I don't understand you when you speak Spanish." Jaime informed him. The guy calmed down enough to speak English /br /"I said that if you fucking touch me, I'll rip off your ball sack and staple it to your head." He growled. The spikey-haired boy just rolled his /br /"I see that you have a way with words." He stated dryly, the guy continued to /br /"Just tell me where it is so we can get on with our lives already." Jaime said impatiently. They were so closely pressed against each other, Jaime wanted to kiss him. Wait, he wanted to kiss a criminal? What the hell was wrong with him?br /br /"So you're into guys? The name's Vic." The guy practically purred, a mischievous look flashing across his face. He must've let it slip somehow, but how... Maybe the bulge in his pants had given him away. Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't keep his eyes off of the man's lips. Jaime had no time to react as his lips were assaulted with the mystery man' /br /The kiss was heated and full of lust. Biting, sucking, licking. They finally separated from each other to breathe, and in that moment of weakness, the guy pushed Jaime away and took off once again. Lucky for him, Jaime's reflexes were quick and he grabbed for Vic's ankle from his position on the ground. He managed to get ahold, and Vic tripped, thumping down onto the floor with a /br /Jaime got up quickly and looked down at the boy. He was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, a bloodied gash on his head from where it hit the concrete. Shit. Jaime pulled out his phone and dialed his best friend's /br /"Yo… Tony… Yeah. Mhmm. I know. Yeah, it seriously is important. Tell him I can't make it. Can you pick me up? I'm by that coffee shop we usually go to on Saturday. No, the other one. Yes, it's important. Stop asking me that. No, dude, I'm seriously fine. Yeah. It's important, though. Yeah." Jaime answered question after question, wanting to strangle Tony through the /br /"Okay, just hurry. Yup. Bye." He hung up the phone, looking down at the ridiculously attractive robber. This wasn't going to end up /br /*br /br /Vic woke up on the couch of a stranger. It was a relatively nice apartment, spacious for New York City, which wasn't really spacious at all. There was that guy who he had kissed… just staring down at /br /"What are you looking at?" Vic asked defensively, sitting up more on the couch. His head /br /"You hurt your head." The guy said simply, sitting down on the other /br /"Yeah, obviously. Asshole." Vic shot out, turning his gaze down to his lap. He looked up when he felt the silence; the guy was still there, staring at /br /"Creep." Vic murmured, venom in his words. The dude didn't even flinch! Really? Vic prided himself on the ability to get people pissed off easily, but this guy wouldn't cave /br /"The name's Jaime." The guy informed him. Vic snorted out a /br /"Your name is Jaime, and you can't even speak fucking Spanish? Fucking pathetic! Didn't your parents have the decency to teach their Hispanic son at least a few phrases in Spanish?" Vic spat out, a smirk on his face. Jaime flinched at that, but kept his demeanor of not caring /br /"Por… Por que me… me besas?" Jaime asked after a couple of minutes of thinking it out. He could kind of speak basic Spanish, but when it came to understanding it, he was always /br /Vic chuckled and shook his head, easily /br /"I don't like you, I hope you know. I'm not even gay. I just wanted to get away with some money." Vic said with a shrug. Jaime turned his face away from him, obvious emotions stirring inside of him. When he finally looked back at Vic, his eyes looked beautiful. As dark as night, like the sky but still brighter than any star that he'd ever seen before. He blinked a few times, trying to not look at his captor. That's what he was now, he had to /br /"You fucking captured me." Vic accused him. Again, the insult bounced right off of the protective shield that was Jaime. He shrugged /br /"We're taking care of you, we didn't capture you. You're free to leave, if you want." Jaime offered. Vic was apprehensive. Why was he being so kind to him? He had been a total jerk, and he repaid him by taking care of him? It made no sense. And what did he mean by, 'we?' What was that supposed to mean? He got half of his answer when he heard a clinking noise in the back. It was probably where the kitchen /br /"Fine." Vic spat out the word, pushing himself into a better sitting position, but his head felt like it was spinning and his vision blurred. He quickly lay back down again, closing his /br /"You'll be fine in a few days. Until then, you have to stay here." Jaime informed him, standing up and leaving the /br /Bastard. Jaime had known all along that if he tried to get up, he'd feel sick. He knew the whole time, and he still let him do it. Bastard./p
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p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"((Okay guys! Are you liking it so far? I know it kind of sucks as of this moment, but I swear it's gonna get better, okay? Just trust me. I'd be a little more inspired to write quicker if I got ratings and reviews and comments and all that. Anyways, this is gonna be like such a dramatic story. If you have any suggestions for another story or just like a one shot, please tell me! Love ya and thanks a ton for reading!/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"br /Jaime Preciado would consider himself a tolerant and forgiving person, until the jackass stole his wallet. He was already running late for play practice. Yes, he was openly gay and yes, he was in a Broadway play. He got teased a lot by his 'friends' about the gay stereotypes and all that. He honestly didn't care. He loved to be on stage, to be in the spotlight, to be the center of attention. It thrilled him; he knew that he belonged on a stage, just not acting. He wasn't the best actor; his voice and passion for being on stage was what got to the /br /He was at dollar general when it happened, one minute he was at the counter paying for his Gatorade, the next; someone was sprinting outside of the store with his wallet. Great. Just what he fucking needed. Another distraction, keeping him from making it to /br /Jaime followed, leaving his groceries behind at the counter. The cashier yelled at him as he ran after the /br /"Fucking inconvenient." He murmured under his breath, spotting the guy's tye-dyed hoodie a little ways away from /br /"Hey! You! Get back here!" Jaime yelled, watching as the guy turned and started to run again. Shit. He was going to be really late if he didn't hurry his ass up and catch this /br /And so, the chase began. The robber was clever, almost losing Jaime a few times, but finally, the chase was done. He ran into a dead /br /Jaime approached him and pushed him up against the wall, taking his first good look at the /Skinny, but lightly muscled. Shorter than him by a few inches. He wore ripped skinny jeans and a hat on /br /"Let me go! Get off of me, god damn it! Mother fucking cunt! Bitchy ass, shit-faced bastard!" The Mexican yelled, struggling against Jaime's grip. Jaime noticed, with a start, that his voice was gorgeous, even while spitting out ugly curse words. His lips were full, he had a perfect nose, and his eyes were like hot chocolate, warm /br /His stomach flipped when he noticed that the guy had a nose piercing. Holy fucking shit. Jaime was immediately turned on. His hair was long, too. Good for tugging on when they reached their climaxes and… Jaime wanted to hit himself for thinking these things about someone who had tried to steal his property. Stupid hormones and stupid hot /br /The guy was fuming, kicking and struggling. It was actually pretty funny, watching a cute stranger struggle against his grasp. The fiery Mexican was spewing out swear words, both Spanish and English, like a hose shooting out /br /"Vete a la mierda! Espero que mueras de mierda en la calle por un coche, maldito cono de mierda! Suck my dick maldito, no me gusta su cara de mierda! Vete al infierno y pudrirse alli. Eres un hijo de puta insufrible! Dejame el Go Fuck!"br /br /Jaime had no idea what he was saying, but understood the main message, he didn't want him anywhere near him. This guy was obviously not in a good mood at the /br /"Dude, calm down. Just give me my wallet back." Jaime said calmly, still pinning him hard to the wall. The stubborn hottie shook his head, /br /"Fucking make me, prick." He spat the words out. How could he make dirty words sound so pretty? The way everything just seemed to roll off of his tongue had Jaime wanting to use his tongue for other /br /"I'll search you myself, then." Jaime threatened. Not that he minded searching the guy. Maybe he would accidentally search every part of his body. With his /br /Jaime blinked quickly, shaking his head as if that would help clear away the bad thoughts that he was having. He had never thought such dirty things about anyone else. What was so special about this guy?br /br /"Tocame y te voy a matar. Voy a follarte trizas." The guy sounded like he was threatening him. It was really hot, the way his words sounded so foreign and /br /"Listen, buddy. I don't understand you when you speak Spanish." Jaime informed him. The guy calmed down enough to speak English /br /"I said that if you fucking touch me, I'll rip off your ball sack and staple it to your head." He growled. The spikey-haired boy just rolled his /br /"I see that you have a way with words." He stated dryly, the guy continued to /br /"Just tell me where it is so we can get on with our lives already." Jaime said impatiently. They were so closely pressed against each other, Jaime wanted to kiss him. Wait, he wanted to kiss a criminal? What the hell was wrong with him?br /br /"So you're into guys? The name's Vic." The guy practically purred, a mischievous look flashing across his face. He must've let it slip somehow, but how... Maybe the bulge in his pants had given him away. Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't keep his eyes off of the man's lips. Jaime had no time to react as his lips were assaulted with the mystery man' /br /The kiss was heated and full of lust. Biting, sucking, licking. They finally separated from each other to breathe, and in that moment of weakness, the guy pushed Jaime away and took off once again. Lucky for him, Jaime's reflexes were quick and he grabbed for Vic's ankle from his position on the ground. He managed to get ahold, and Vic tripped, thumping down onto the floor with a /br /Jaime got up quickly and looked down at the boy. He was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, a bloodied gash on his head from where it hit the concrete. Shit. Jaime pulled out his phone and dialed his best friend's /br /"Yo… Tony… Yeah. Mhmm. I know. Yeah, it seriously is important. Tell him I can't make it. Can you pick me up? I'm by that coffee shop we usually go to on Saturday. No, the other one. Yes, it's important. Stop asking me that. No, dude, I'm seriously fine. Yeah. It's important, though. Yeah." Jaime answered question after question, wanting to strangle Tony through the /br /"Okay, just hurry. Yup. Bye." He hung up the phone, looking down at the ridiculously attractive robber. This wasn't going to end up /br /*br /br /Vic woke up on the couch of a stranger. It was a relatively nice apartment, spacious for New York City, which wasn't really spacious at all. There was that guy who he had kissed… just staring down at /br /"What are you looking at?" Vic asked defensively, sitting up more on the couch. His head /br /"You hurt your head." The guy said simply, sitting down on the other /br /"Yeah, obviously. Asshole." Vic shot out, turning his gaze down to his lap. He looked up when he felt the silence; the guy was still there, staring at /br /"Creep." Vic murmured, venom in his words. The dude didn't even flinch! Really? Vic prided himself on the ability to get people pissed off easily, but this guy wouldn't cave /br /"The name's Jaime." The guy informed him. Vic snorted out a /br /"Your name is Jaime, and you can't even speak fucking Spanish? Fucking pathetic! Didn't your parents have the decency to teach their Hispanic son at least a few phrases in Spanish?" Vic spat out, a smirk on his face. Jaime flinched at that, but kept his demeanor of not caring /br /"Por… Por que me… me besas?" Jaime asked after a couple of minutes of thinking it out. He could kind of speak basic Spanish, but when it came to understanding it, he was always /br /Vic chuckled and shook his head, easily /br /"I don't like you, I hope you know. I'm not even gay. I just wanted to get away with some money." Vic said with a shrug. Jaime turned his face away from him, obvious emotions stirring inside of him. When he finally looked back at Vic, his eyes looked beautiful. As dark as night, like the sky but still brighter than any star that he'd ever seen before. He blinked a few times, trying to not look at his captor. That's what he was now, he had to /br /"You fucking captured me." Vic accused him. Again, the insult bounced right off of the protective shield that was Jaime. He shrugged /br /"We're taking care of you, we didn't capture you. You're free to leave, if you want." Jaime offered. Vic was apprehensive. Why was he being so kind to him? He had been a total jerk, and he repaid him by taking care of him? It made no sense. And what did he mean by, 'we?' What was that supposed to mean? He got half of his answer when he heard a clinking noise in the back. It was probably where the kitchen /br /"Fine." Vic spat out the word, pushing himself into a better sitting position, but his head felt like it was spinning and his vision blurred. He quickly lay back down again, closing his /br /"You'll be fine in a few days. Until then, you have to stay here." Jaime informed him, standing up and leaving the /br /Bastard. Jaime had known all along that if he tried to get up, he'd feel sick. He knew the whole time, and he still let him do it. Bastard./p
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