Kellic Song One-shots

bad idea!

Warnings: smut! ex lovers! long one shot! I won't even say how many words! language? not much else (I think). Enjoy!

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They had broken up at least six months ago. It wasn't an ugly break-up exactly, the two of them simply decided enough was enough and to go their own ways. Of course, having being together for as long as they had, it still hurt. A lot.

For Vic it was tougher because he felt like he was the victim there. Kellin was just... Infuriating at times. Most of the time. And emotionally unable to truly commit to anything, even after the two years they'd been together. Even after the year of friendship before that.

Vic always felt that his ex could never love him as much as he loved him. It was simple as that.

He couldn't believe it had been that long already. And he didn't know why he was thinking about Kellin all of a sudden. He actually thought about him most of the time though, as much as it annoyed him to no end. He should be trying harder to get over him, he knew that much. And he was. Sort of.

That's why he didn't understand why he was thinking about calling him in the death of night. Perhaps because he was alone and it was Friday night and he had like two glasses of whiskey and whiskey always reminded him of his ex. He wasn't drunk exactly, he was lost in nostalgia. Or maybe he just missed having someone to fall asleep with.

Whatever the reason, Vic ended up picking up his phone anyway and pondered on what he should do. He opened the messages app and scrolled down to where Kellin's contact was. He tapped on it with doubtful fingers and sighed, their last conversation had been pretty sad. A simple We need to chat from Vic. And a Okay, I'm getting home with dinner soon from Kellin. And then another of two weeks after those from Kellin asking to go pick up the rest of his stuff.

He didn't want to think about that day, so instead he pondered on what to say. He shouldn't even say anything. Maybe he should send an emoji. Or maybe he should throw his phone in a drawer, lock it and loose the key.

He wrote up Hey. Simple enough, he thought. His thumb hovered over the send button, thinking some more, until finally he pressed it and the blue bubble slid up on his screen. Well, now he's done it.

He sighed again and rubbed his face with his hands. Regret already growing on him like vines, until his phone started ringing. He frowned, already thinking about ignoring it. But he checked. And boy, it was not what he expected.

Kellin was calling him. Kellin was calling him. Why was Kellin calling? Realizing the phone had rang enough times to probably hit voicemail soon, he picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Are you drunk?" Was the first thing Kellin said. It had been so long since he'd heard the other man's voice and Vic felt how all the oxygen left his lungs.

"Uh... What? No." He replied instantly. "Why would you think that?"

"You just texted me," Kellin retorted. His voice getting louder thanks to the background noise of wherever he was.

"Uh, well, yeah." Vic didn't know why he was so nervous. It was Kellin. His ex. They weren't supposed to get nervous.

"Why?"

He didn't know exactly. "I um, I'm not sure."

Kellin laughed and the sound made Vic smile to himself a little. He had a pretty laugh. He kind of missed hearing it. "Vic, you are drunk."

"I am not, I promise." He replied quickly, not sure why it mattered that much anyway. "I guess I was wondering what you were up to?"

Vic could already see Kellin's eyebrow raising in question. "What I'm up to? Well, I'm out right now, I had a party. What about you?"