It was mid afternoon, but it still felt too early to be up. In the weeks since that night, he had been taking too long to fall asleep and sleeping too late. Some nights, it was because he was afraid of the memories. Some nights... it was because he couldn't stop touching himself to the memories.
Jamie had been in rehearsal and interviews all day, and he was exhausted. They rest of the band had gone out for drinks, but Jamie had opted out and returned to the hotel. He was looking forward to laying down in his hotel room and staring at the t.v. until he fell asleep.
A deep, familiar voice across the lobby pulled him from his stupor.
Victor was there, flanked by two large bodyguard looking fellows. He was talking on the phone and looked calm and collected. Jamie's heart nearly burst but chose to beat as rapidly as a hummingbird's instead. Victor was just as intimidating out in public as he had been when Jamie was trapped with him in that tiny dressing room.
The memories flitted around his head, thick with emotion. Jamie could remember every detail with vivid clarity. He stared at Victor, too full of the man's presence to realize he had to move. His eyes flicked down the man's body. When they returned to his face, Jamie's heart stopped beating.
Victor's eyes were locked on Jamie.
Jamie finally unfroze. He took off running. Just get to the elevators...get up to your room.
He was too much in his head to be aware of Victor following him.
Jamie waited until he was safely on the elevator before he allowed himself to permit his anxiety to well up from where it was hiding in his stomach. His head bowed, and he crowded close to the cold chrome of the elevator wall so he could lean his forehead against it. "Breathe, breathe," he whispered to himself quietly. The doors closed quietly and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hello, Jamie." Victor watched him from the corner.
Jamie squeaked. "How — what?" How had he not noticed the man standing there? He was so large.
Victor had to give a small smile at the surprise on Jamie's face.
The adrenaline rushing through him was now coming from rage as much as from anxiety. His fists clenched as he turned to face Victor. "How dare you talk to me?"
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It was quite astonishing to have someone standing up to him, let alone someone so small. He laughed a little.
The doors dinged open. Victor followed Jamie into the hall and got in front of him. When the boy tried to go around, he put out an arm. He loomed over Jamie, hand splayed against the wall. He crowded into the slim youth's personal space as close as he could. "Don't walk away from me. And look into my eyes when I speak to you."
Jamie's chin trembled. His big brown eyes met Victor's cold black-blue ones. Every line in his body was taught as though he was afraid and angry, but the curve of his body betrayed the lie — he leaned into Victor's dominance of him. Victor could see his desire outlined in his pants.
Victor took his chin in his hand. "So soon after I hurt you, and you are willing to defy me. You are a strange boy."
