Something About Him {Vincent x Phone Guy}

Why do I want him? {Chapter 3}

-=-=- WARNING: Inappropriate, be warned. -=-=-

PG's P.O.V

I watched as Jeremy got into his car and zoomed off. Weird. Vincent and Mike looked at me, confused. I was confused as well, what was wrong with Jeremy? I get into my car, as I'm about to drive off, I hear the car door slam, and in the passenger seat, was Vincent.

"What do you want?" I ask, hoping he would just get out.
"I've never tried it in a car.~" He says. What does he mean?
"What do you-" I was about to ask, but Vincent had already pinned me down.

I gulped, this is not good. He immediately unbuttons my shirt and begins to passionately kiss and suck on my neck. Now I wish I had lips... wait, what did I just say? He goes towards my head, why? I don't have lips, there's nothing... oh. I watch as he grabs the phone and licks it all over. I suddenly feel pleasure. No, Scott, get a hold of yourself! It must be a full moon or something, 'cause I'm acting weird. He places the phone back and goes towards my chest, I shiver as his warm tongue contacts my skin.

"You like it... don't you?~" Vincent asks, grinning.
"Maybe." I answer honestly.
"How can I make that into a yes?"

He goes near my pants, I gasp as I try to squirm away. No no no this was not happening! Not again! Oh, you think this is the first time... ha! You're funny, try about the fifth time! I try to move but it's hard to move anywhere in a car, he must've planned all of this out. He removes my belt with a swift swipe and pulls down my pants. I kick him in the chest but all he does it laugh. I have to get out of here, and I have to get out of here now! I unlock the door and open it, I crawl out but feel like I'm being pulled back in. I wish I had nails, they would be very useful right now. Vincent gets on top of me and locks the door. He smirks and he begins kissing the dial. Creative, I guess. He sticks his tongue in between the numbers. I flinch at every movement. He goes closer and closer each time.

"V-Vincent..." I try to say, my face flushing red, yep, even redder than the phone on my head.

He doesn't stop, he goes back to my chest, and the goes lower, he pulls my pants down to my ankles. I wasn't even trying to stop him. I then realize what was going on. It's like the day after you're drunk. I kick him away.

"This is too much!" I try to explain. But to me I thought it wasn't enough.
"It's never enough." Vincent smirks.

He sucks on my neck as the slips his hand into my boxers, I gasp, and he then stops. He removes his hand from my boxers. His face was bright red.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow." He says, getting out of my car and walking home.

What just happened? He was playing games with me now, he was making me want him! And he was right. I slip back on my pants and button up my shirt. I drive home, stunned, filled with pleasure. What is happening to me?!?

As I get home, I feel that my house is extremely empty. I sigh and just crash into bed, I mean, there was nothing else I could do.

Vincent stared at me with his big, white eyes. I look down, we're both naked. I scream and try to find somewhere to hide, but there is no scenery, it's just completely white. Vincent sits there, as if he's waiting for me to come back to him. I hesitate, and I come closer, I sit in front of him. Trying not to look down. Which Vincent was obviously not trying to avoid. He looks down at me and blushes, I blush as he pulls me in closer to him. I felt like running, but I also felt like staying. He moves towards my member, I blush, and suddenly, I'm in heaven...

I wake up. Man, a beautiful dream wasted. Wait, no, I'm not gay! Am I? I always knew I was different from the other guys but why?!?! I guess I just have to live with it.

Vincent's P.O.V

I smirked as I left him that night, he was so shocked. It's how I play my game, I make them think I'm going to do something, and then I leave. I did this to many girls, but now, I knew that there was something about PG that I needed in my life.

Maybe it was the way he walked, or maybe the way he tried to avoid me. Maybe the way he was playing hard to get? Something, just something, told me that he was mine. And I wasn't going to let anyone take him away.

I know he might think I'm just a perv, I mean, everyone thinks that, but I honestly, and truly knew... I just couldn't live without him...

I just... couldn't.

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Author's Note:
Thanks for reading! Sorry if it's short, I'm just working on other stories at the moment, but don't worry, there will be more! Also, sorry if it's inappropriate, I couldn't think of any ideas so yeah.
-ThatOneFanfictioner ●ᴥ●