Another Boy Without A Sharper Knife

If your lightning lips arent mine

Kellin's POV:

"Kellin?" Vic said in shock. He was wearing a white button-up shirt over black jeans. His long brown hair was straightened and swept to the side, as usual.

Matty helped me up from the floor and I ran to Vic and hugged him. "Viccy!" He was wearing some kind of cologne and I was crazy for it.

"Um. Hey Kells." He patted me awkwardly on the back.

I stepped back from Vic, tripping, and giggled. "Matty calls me Kells as well."

Matty came up behind me and put a hand on my back. He kissed me on the head and said fondly, "There aren't a lot of nicknames you can make out of Kellin."

I folded my arms across my chest indignantly. "Sure there is! There's Kellin and Kell. And Kelly. And Lin..." I drifted off, unable to think of another.

"Alright then Kelly. How about you say we get out of here?" He slid his hand into mine.

I pulled away. "No! It's Vic's birthday! I came to say Happy Birthday. And sorry. Lots of sorry." I started to pout and look at the ground.

"Don't worry about it Kells. I'm gonna go have a shower."

It was then that I noticed the towel in his hand.

I pouted even more. "Aww."

"Hey." Vic came closer and put his hand under my chin, lifting my head up to meet his eyes. "Why don't you look after my room while I'm gone? Make sure no couples try to do the do in there."

I grinned excitedly and ran into his room. From behind me I heard mumbled words of, "He gets really feminine when he's drunk." Followed by, "Yeah. And childish."

I jumped into the air and flopped down onto Vic's mattress. I laid on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. Then I realised, Holy shit i'm in Vic's room! I quickly sat up and looked around. Matty walked in and sat on the bed, pulling out his phone.

There wasn't much to look at. A desk covered in more homework then I would ever have the commitment to do, with a shelf above it lined with photos of his family.

In the corner of the room there was a bookshelf, I got off the bed and read the labels of some of the books. Since none of them were comics I had no idea what they were.

His bed was made neatly - well it had been until I jumped on it. Nothing fancy, a queen bed with a duvet and 4 matching pillows.

There was a door in a different corner of the room. I opened it to discover a walk-in-wardrobe. For a loser, he had pretty good fashion taste. But everything was long-sleeved. Long-sleeve shirts and jumpers and a whole rack of jeans. There was not a single item of clothing that would show skin.

"Hey Matty?"

"Yeah?" He called from the room.

"Come 'ere" Matty walked in and I gestured to the clothes. "Notice anything odd?"

"Well yeah," Matty stepped forward, "They're hella ordered. Look, they're all colour coded." At a closer inspection I realised Matty was, in fact, correct.

I walked out of the closet and looked at his room once again. I approached his bookshelf and read the titles, "Matty look. These are alphabetical."

Matty was over at the family photos, "And these are ordered by person."

I got up off the floor and walked to Matty, "What the hell does that mean?"

He started pointing at the photos, "These photos all have this lady in them, and these ones all have Mikey and whoever that is is in these ones." he was right. For whatever reason, Vic was an incredibly neat guy.

I leaned forward to further inspect the photos, completely unaware of how close this placed me to Matty. He turned his head to face me and I felt his warm breath on the shell of my ear before he leant in and kissed it. It was light, barely noticeable, but it was there.

I turned to him, away from the photos, intending on asking him what he was doing but due to our close proximity my lips brushed his. He took this as a sign of okay and kissed me. It was fast and hard but I also felt the affection.

I opened my mouth to tell him to stop and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in. By this point I was too far gone to resist and gave in.

We moved backwards, towards the bed, and our shirts came off. We fell onto the bed, him on top, and kicked off our shoes before his hands drifted to the buttons on my jeans.

His mouth moved from mine and started kissing my neck. As he undid my jeans his hands swiftly removed my socks before edging down my jeans and throwing them in a pile on the floor. His fingers toyed with the waistband on my boxers and I moaned quietly, "Ugh Vic. Faster please."

He sat up abruptly and looked at me. Blind with lust and the effects of alcohol I took a moment to register what I had said.

Matty rolled off of me and got off the bed. He picked up his shirt from where it had been thrown and started to gather his stuff.

I sat up wearily, becoming sleepy, and mumbled, "Matty wait. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it Kells." He came over and kissed me on the forehead, "Go to sleep."

I laid back on the bed and watched him walk out the door, shirt in one hand and shoes dangling from the other, before I drifted into darkness surrounded by the scent of Vic coming from his sheets.

Vic's POV:

I walked out of the bathroom, clothes in one hand and a towel in the other, hastily drying my hair. As I walked down the hallway I bumped into someone, with an apology halfway out my mouth I recognised that it was Matty - Shirtless and with dishevelled hair leaving my room.

I mumbled an apology before opening my bedroom door.

As the door slowly opened it revealed a mostly-naked Kellin asleep in my mussed-up bed.

Can I say this is a long chapter? Does it count?..