Indecision and a Chance to Restart

I woke up in the morning and I didn't know what felt different. And then I remembered that Jaime was downstairs instead of with me in our bed. I felt my face fall; I hated this cold shoulder crap Jaime pulled. I looked over at my phone on my dresser, and I had three texts from Mike.
From: Mike Fuentes, 8:57 a.m.:
Hey, im really sorry about yesterday. Guess my hormones got the best of me?
From: Mike Fuentes, 9:29 a.m.:
Tone, please text me back... Is everything okay?
From: Mike Fuentes, 10:34 a.m.:
Listen Tone I know everything's my fault and im sorry. I hope everything is okay. Vic and I are really sorry about yesterday.
I decided to let him ferment about the whole situation; he DID start this. It wasn't my fault, not really. I got up and didnt bother to put clothes on, just walked downstairs in my pajamas. I looked at the clock on the stove, that read 11:18. I then looked through the doorway that led into the living room, seeing Jaime sleeping peacefully. He looked different; somehow he seemed a lot more... Independent, I guess. I couldn't say exactly how, but he just seemed a lot better off alone.
I fixed myself some coffee and poured it into my Before Today coffee mug. I made my way into the living room and sat at the foot of the bed, where Jaime's feet were laying. I tickled his toes a little, because i wanted him to be awake. I needed to talk about what happened last night.
He stirred with a grunt and kicked me slightly in the thigh. I sucked in air fast between my teeth and closed my eyes tight. God, that hurt.
"morning, sleeping beauty." i said over to Jaime.
"mmf." was his reply.
"Listen, i know you probably don't even want to talk about what happened yesterday, but i'm really confused and I just... I don't know what to do." I rambled and I couldn't seem to stop talking. Jaime would look at me with tired eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night. Eventually I shut up and he just looked at his feet.
"Tony, with what happened the day before yesterday, when this whole thing started, and then yesterday with the whole kissing Mike and Vic incident, i think... I think it's best that we..." he trailed off. Oh no. I knew exactly what he meant.
"Jaime, no, please, we don't need to take a break! I didn't mean to act any different than I normally do, I was just in shock from meeting them! I swear! Jaime, I love you so much, please don't do this." I said with no hope left in my voice. I really didn't want this to happen. I truly loved him and this would devastate me.
"I'm not saying for forever, I just... With everything that's happened, I think a break is necessary." he said matter-of-factly.
I couldn't stop the hot tears running down my face. I didn't want to. I wanted him to see what this would cause.
"Fine!" I'll be out of your hair in no time!" I shouted as I ran upstairs. I grabbed the first duffel bag that caught my eye and ran over to my dresser, yanking out several shirts and jeans that I didn't even care to check what I grabbed. I ran into the bathroom and got some shampoo and my toothbrush, as well as the turtle plushie Jaime had gotten me on our 6 month. It meant so much to me and I was going to need it if this stupid shit lasted more than two days. I shoved everything into my bag and grabbed my keys, my phone, and my hoodie. I didn't even look in his direction as I slammed the door and climbed into my car. The tears were running faster and forming into full blown sobs. I drove faster and eventually the tears stopped falling. The feeling never left, it stuck there. I pulled up to the Fuentes' house and shut the car off, running up to the door and knocking on it. I hoped Mime was home. He would be the only way I'd make it through the next few days.
~~~ Vic's POV
I woke up to someone knocking frantically at the door. Strange, no one ever came to our house... I got up from the floor where I had been laying and opened it to an extremely depressed looking Tony.
"Tony, what happened?" I asked. I didn't know why he would be so devastated, he had the best life, the best guy, everything. What could be wrong?
"I, uh, well, Ja-Jaime said th-tha-that we s-s-should take a b-break and I left-t and n-now I have nowhere else to g-g-go and" he was in full blown sobs and he was shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed him and hugged him tightly, shutting the door behind him. I walked him over to the couch, where he could break down in peace. I just held him until I couldn't feel his body shaking anymore. His eyes had run dry and he was just breathing heavily.
"Vic? How am I gonna get through the next few days?" he asked nervously.
"You can stay here with me and Mike. It's not a big deal at all. I promise we'll take care of you. And if you want to talk, I promise to listen. I don't know about Mike though, he's depressed right now too..." I trailed off. Tony already had enough to deal with. It wasn't fair to make him worry about Mike. Tony, however, had different thoughts about that.
"What? What's wrong with Mike? Is it about last night? God, we shouldn't have even come over, its all my fault, I just wanted to hang out with you guys..." he started crying again.
"Tony, no, its not your fault or anyone else's! He's just got something going on right now and it's okay, he's fine. You're fine. You are safe here. I promise you that." I was never good at advice, but it was better than nothing.
"Is Mike in his room? I want to talk to him."
"Yeah, he's in there. Good luck though; he's not speaking to me." I said. I left for my bedroom and Tony got up slowly. Mike probably wasn't talking to me because of the 'seven minutes in heaven' incident. I couldn't help but feel regret over that. I was just trying to spice things up and get some alone time with Jaime. And I could tell Mike had a thing for Tony. Everything was really my fault. I went into my room and laid down on my bed. I could feel the moisture in my eyes building, and I let the tears fall freely. I had ruined something for my friend Tony, my brother Mike, and the greatest guy I had ever known, Jaime.
But then I thought about it. If Jaime and Tony were on a break, then that meant that Jaime was technically available. My greedy side got the best of me, and I dug my journal out from underneath my bed. I started formulating a plan; a plan to get the guy who was newly single- and soon to be mine.
~~~ Mike's POV
I felt like complete shit last night after Tony and Jaime left. Yeah, I had the biggest thing for Tony ever, and yeah, I had wanted to fuck him yesterday, but i'd never thought about the consequences of doing that with a guy in a long-term, committed relationship. I didn't want to talk about anything with Vic because I knew right away he'd be after Jaime. The knocking at my door startled me though; I had made it very clear to Vic that I didn't want to talk.
"Mike, it's Tony. Can we talk?" I heard though the door. I got up silently and sauntered to the door, opening it to see Tony looking tired and depressed. His eyes were red; had he been crying? Why would he have been crying? Everything was fine with Jaime and him, right?
"Hey, come on in. Everything okay?" I felt awkward. If something was wrong, that meant it was my fault. Yesterday I let my hormones get the best of me and when Tony, who had every right to, rejected me, I just felt like complete shit. Why wouldn't he want me? What was wrong? This morning though, I realized how selfish I had been.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by an annoyed Tony. "You're not even listening. This was a mistake." He was pissed and crying.
"No, Tone, I'm so sorry. What did you say? Please stay." I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to face me. He moved closer to me and set his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer and trying to comfort him. He was sobbing and I instantly felt at fault.
"Tony, did something happen yesterday? You can tell me, it's... It's okay." I didn't know if i would be okay, but I needed to hear if i had caused anything major.
"Well, yesterday, Jaime slept on the couch, and I was okay, I figured he would be okay for the night and it would go back to normal in the morning. But the first thing he said was that we needed to take a b-break." I felt his tears wetting my neck, but I didn't care. If Tony needed to cry, I would let him.
"Tony, i'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should never have kissed you yesterday. I just couldn't help myself. You're..." I couldn't finish my sentence, I didn't have the words. We stayed silent for a while, and then Tony looked up at me with his puffy, red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"Tnanks, Mike. And it's not your fault. It's mine. I should have stopped it before it got to that point. But I didn't, I didn't think things through, I didn't do the right thing, and this is my payback." he mumbled all this into my neck and I felt horrible; none of this could ever be his fault.
"It's my fault. I never should have flirted with you and I should have stopped myself, but you're just so damn hot it's really difficult." I said seriously. I was surprised when Tony wrapped his arms around me. I was expecting the complete opposite.
"Thanks, Mike. You know how to make someone feel better."
"Yeah, well, Vic's no good at that." I said nonchalantly. He let out a small laugh and snuggled into my neck a little more.
"Hey Mike?" I heard him say after a while.
"Yes, Tony?"
"Is it okay if I try something?" He asked me.
"Uh, sure. Okay, go ahead." I didn't know what he wanted to try, but I figured I'd wait and see.
When he pressed his lips into mine it surprised me. It was intense, but passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I felt his own around my waist. He pulled my body into his and bit my lip softly, making me moan slightly.
"Mike..." he said against my lips. I let out a low groan. He licked my bottom lip and our tongues swirled together in perfect harmony. I pulled away, not wanting to take advantage of him in this situation, even though he was so god damn tempting. He wouldn't have any of that though. His hands gripped my face and crashed my lips back to his. I gave up on resisting and pulled him right to me, every part of him touching me. I picked him up from the waist and turned around, laying him on my bed. His hands moved over my hips and stopped right above my growing hard-on. He started palming me through my jeans and I couldn't help but break the kiss to throw my head back and moan. It had been so long. I looked back at the smirk on his lips and put my cold hands underneath his shirt, making him shiver. I smirked and leaned down to kiss his perfect lips some more. I felt my jeans loosen; Tony had managed to unbutton them and pull them down and play with the elastic on my boxers.
"Tone, don't tease." I moaned softly against his lips. He slipped his hand inside, gripped my dick and started flicking his wrist.
"Agh, oh fuck..." I groaned out. I went to bite his neck, but he pushed me up and somehow ended up on top of me. He took his hand off my cock to pull my boxers down, then kissed my hip bones, biting softly. He the put his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue and flicked his tongue over the tip.
"Ho, my god, Ah, Tone." I tilted my head forward to see him looking up at me with the most innocent look in his eyes. I bucked my hips and he brought his lips all the way down to the base of my cock, deepthroating me. He brought his lips back up and continued to stroke and lick me. He looked at me again with that innocent look and that tipped me over the edge.
"Tooneeee, i'm coming oh my god," I almost yelled as I came. He swallowed every last drop, then came back up to kiss me passionately. I hugged him around the waist and laid him on top of me. He pulled away for air and I snuggled into his chest. I didn't feel guilty anymore. Everything was perfect, and even if Tony wasn't mine, I still had him today. I felt Tony's breathing get softer and more even, and I eventually fell asleep, dreaming about nothing in particular.