Favourite Explosion (Sequel to PAPOM)

Oculus Overdrive

The taxi driver only took about ten minutes. Kellin and I raced to the door and I let him win, making his mood even better. We toppled in, telling the chauffeur a random address I was almost certain wasn't for either of our houses. But we didn't care. We got straight to work. I pulled him onto my lap, and he instantly started rocking back and forth, touching my cheeks gently as he kissed me with a contradicting force. How could someone be so gentle yet so rough? This is what I love about him in bed. When he gets horny he moves quickly, harshly. Though, at the same time, he treats me like glass.

I pushed Kellin onto his back, looking at the taxi driver and seeing him glancing at us. I swear he tilted the mirror for a better view. Fucking creep. I was quickly distracted when Kellin pulled me back to him, fastening our lips together. I wanted to moan so loudly the car would shake, but I was holding back. I felt so uncomfortable with something as small as kissing when there's an audience. I was so turned on and so drunk that, right now, I could star in a porno and have no problem with it.

My hands slid under his shirt, cascading over his chest, bringing my mind to another level. I was breathing heavily as I rubbed our crotches against each other's. The friction felt amazing, but it was distracting me from Kellin's tongue that was teasingly licking my lips. He knows tongue does it for me, so he must be holding off. I didn't like it. I want to hear that moan of his. I moved my hand between us, making him gasp into the kiss from the slightest touch. The driver hits the breaks suddenly, lurching us to the side and making us topple onto the matted floor. Kellin smirked, now on top of me. His hands found mine and he laced our fingers, holding me against the floor so I couldn't touch him. Why didn't he want me to touch him? I mean, at this point I can feel that he should want me to touch him.

"We're, uh," the driver stopped and cleared his throat. "We're here." Kellin didn't pull away, and for a minute there I thought we may be doing it with an audience this time, but eventually he opens the door, climbing off of me. He didn't let go of my hands though, so I went right with him.

We got outside the cab and I spun around, my head spinning from all the alcohol I'd drunk.

"What do I owe you?" I asked, probably slurring.

"Oh, right. No charge," he said. I took the answer immediately and walked away. Any other day I would leave some money on the seat or at least wave to the guy, but, well, I was drunk.

My eyes landed on Kells' quaint residence in all its glory. I couldn't believe I didn't recognize his address earlier.

"I'm not doing this with your mom home," I told him. I had drunk almost twice my weight in alcohol, but it still wasn't enough to make me do that. My boundaries were paper thin from all the booze I'd ingested, but that specific one still applied.

"Don't worry about it. She's at my grandparents' waiting for me," he informed my laggy brain. I nodded and he smiled, taking my hand. We made it up the stairs when he confuses me and skips over his room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Let's do it on my mom's bed," he suggested with a cheeky smile. My mind thought briefly about the idea. It was kind of messed up, but exciting at the same time. It was like sticking it to the man, in our own messed up way.

"Okay," I shrugged, not caring anymore. I just wanted him, no, needed him. My mind couldn't function with that look in his eyes and the amount of material still on his body. I pushed him into the door before he could open it and attacked his lips. What? They looked lonely.

He instantly reacted and growled hungrily, biting my bottom lip before his tongue invaded my mouth. My hair stood at end and I felt a rush of coolness before everything felt hot again. I reached behind him and turned the knob, making both of us fall to the carpeted floor. We both started laughing and he pulled himself back towards the bed. He didn't get far from me when I firmly grasped his hips and pulled him right back because, well, I wasn't done with his lips yet. He giggled and kissed me before I could him. I sucked and bit his lips raw. But it was time. I needed him now more than ever.

I pulled him up and walked him backwards to the bed, messing up the sheets as we fell onto it, together. I pulled away from him and he knew exactly what was coming and sat up. I pulled his shirt off, then mine. I could barely look at him or my body would've gone over the edge. This would be a quickie, I could already tell that much.

"C'mon baby, I can feel you. What are you waiting for?" he asked. I grunted and kissed down his body as I shimmied off the bed. I quickly ripped off his shorts and boxers as the same time, leaving him exposed. I stood up and pulled my own pants off, climbing back on top of him. I could no longer control myself, not that I would've done anything differently even if I could, but my mind completely unplugged from the control board and my hormones tapped right in. I was about to push inside when I realized we had yet to get the supplies. Damn it, I'd almost forgotten.

"Shit, I didn't bring anything," I told him, my eyes not even focusing on his, but his lips instead.

"I have some uh, some stuff in my room. Wait here, I'll get it," he said, trying to squeeze out from under me, but my body was screaming for him not to go.

"Doesn't your mom have anything?" I whined, kissing his neck again. His fingers, tangled in my hair, pulled up from my assault on his collarbone and he sent me a look. "Shit. Right, forgot, sorry," I mumbled, getting up so he could leave the room. I flopped back on the bed and waited impatiently, my hard cock throbbing for contact. He better hurry up or he may miss the show.

"Okay, so I don't have a condom, but I have a little bit of lube," he declared, rushing into the room with a bottle in his hand. I smiled at him and pulled him to me by his waist, flipping over so we were in the same position as before. That was when it occurred to me. That bottle looked awfully familiar.

"Is that...?" I asked, not needing to any further because he blushed and nodded. I couldn't believe he kept the bottle of lube from our first time. The only reason I could recognize it was because it had the hotel logo on the front.

I chuckled at him and mumbled, "I'll try not to use it all," before hastily coating myself and kissing his lips repeatedly as I pushed inside. We both moaned at the sensation and my already clouded head blurred even more. My thoughts obscured to illegibility. The only thing I could still comprehend was that I am so fucking in love with Kellin Quinn it's starting to scare me. Though a happy kind of fear.

Kellin moaned loudly, whispering, "fuck me," in my ear. My body shook and I slammed into him, making his breath get caught in his throat. I smirked at him, but it soon vanished as my face contorted and my breathing became impossible to control. I jerked in and out of him, getting all kinds of responses as Kellin's always been a vocal one. But just as I start feeling those jolts in the bottom of my stomach, their front door slams closed. I froze in place, Kellin and I staring at each other with matching wide eyes.

"Is that-"

"KELLIN!? ARE YOU HOME!?" the familiar sound of his mother echoes through the house. We didn't move and just stared at each other, completely petrified.

"She'll go away if we're quiet," he whispered. I could barely understand him because the alcohol was working its wonders and making me want to...um, move. After a few seconds of silence I couldn't take it anymore and started slowly sliding in and out, grasping Kellin and working quickly. "Oh fuck," he whispered, his voice shaky. I smiled, feeling accomplished and started to move faster. His breathing was laboured and I would've kissed him, but I think we both would've been asphyxiated. I let out the smallest moan, muffling it in his shoulder as I halt mid-thrust, climaxing in the most rewarding way: igniting his climax.

I pulled out and collapsed on him, our heavy breathing muffling the sounds of footsteps. My heart started pounding as I drunkenly caught up to the situation. We'd just had sex on his mom's bed. Not only that, but while she was in the house! I tore my head from his comforting shoulder and looked at him in horror. He just smiled and winked, pecking me on the lips and pushing me off him.

With him away from me, my body recovered and I felt normal again—drunk, but normal. I could hear the footsteps now, but my mind was still slow. Thankfully, Kellin got right on it and tossed me all my clothes, his mostly on minus the t-shirt. He ran to the bathroom and came out moments later, cleaned up. He pulled the shirt over his head and shoved me into the bathroom, closing the door, all before I could take a breath. I heard the door open and a small scream set me into a panic. I instantly pulled my clothes on, almost certain half of them were backwards, ready to pounce on whomever the intruder was, only to barge out of the bathroom and see an absolutely horrifying sight. I wish it had been an intruder.