Another Boy Without A Sharper Knife

I guess i'm just your average boy

This is just a super short, filler chapter, but I put a little bit of action in there to avoid boring you all. Enjoy.

Kellin's POV:

When I got home there was a figure on my stairs, despite there being no visible cars other than my own. It was Vic. As I approached him he smiled and waved half-heartedly.

"Hey Vic." I said whilst unlocking the door. "What brings you to these parts?" I walked inside and gestured for him to follow.

"I uh, I just wanted to say thanks. What you did back there was pretty cool and I owe you one." He said, staring at his shoes.

I put my keys in the bowl next to the door. "It's whatever." I shrugged.

He smiled in a way that was both grateful and shy, "So uh, your parents around?"

"Nah. My mum is at work and my dad doesn't exist as far as I care." I said nonchalantly and walked towards the kitchen.

Vic followed hesitantly, "That sucks."

"Not really. Can't miss someone you never knew." I opened the fridge, "Did you want some water?" He made a sound of agreement and I threw him a bottle of water then grabbed myself one. I made my way upstairs.

I walked into my room and went to my cupboard where I stashed my backpack from school. Vic stood at the door awkwardly and looked around. "I'm going to take a shower to wash away the sports residue. Make yourself comfortable." I gestured to my bed then walked into my ensuite.

Vic's POV:

Why am I still here? I honestly don't know. I guess I just got caught up in the idea of being inside Kellin Quinn's house. The only people who've seen his house are his conquests, and even most of them haven't seen it.

It was a nice house. The kind of house you'd expect a single mum to own. Even though it was two stories they were both quite small with just the essentials, although Kellin's ensuite wasn't exactly essential.

I was sitting awkwardly on his neatly-made bed, observing the posters on his walls. They were all bands that I was into, alternative and Punk kind of stuff. I had explored his stack of CD's and was going to put one into the top-end speaker set when I heard his voice. He was shower singing, as most people do, but his voice was amazing. Angelic and high with an edge of masculinity. He was singing a song I knew, Forget You by Cee Lo Green, and his voice made the song into something beautiful.

All too soon the water was off and his voice faded out until he was only humming. I quickly pulled some books out of my bag to make it look like I'd been doing homework. The next thing I knew Kellin was walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets glistening all over his defined chest. He had another towel in his hands and was drying his midnight black hair.

I cleared my throat, "Hey. Nice shower?.." I said awkwardly. He looked at me and grinned, then he winked. I blushed and looked down at the textbook I was holding. When he turned to his chest of drawers and was no longer looking my way I quickly turned the book around so it was the right way up, hoping he hadn't noticed my blunder.

I held the chemistry book in front of my face so only my eyes could be seen over the top. I was enjoying the sight of his back muscles moving as he rifled through his drawers when, out of nowhere, he undid his towel and I got a front-row seat of his backside. I quickly glanced away, but not before acknowledging what a nice ass it was.

When I was sure he'd had plenty of time to clothe himself, I began packing up my books, muttering awkwardly, "I've overstayed my welcome. I'll be going. I'll see you at school." As a last minute decision I quickly scribbled my number on some paper and quietly said, "Just in case." Then I ran downstairs and let myself out.

I was at the end of his street, walking home, when I got a text saying; Knew you were gay. Was totally worth the sexual harassment risk. I couldn't help but grin and shake my head