The Dance Inside (Kellic) (BoyxBoy)

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After school on Monday, I immediately went to the tree house because my father told me that Vic was there. It quickly became a habit. We met with him on the lake as often as possible. And the parents still had no idea what was going on. They had no reason to doubt us. We, they thought, were straight. 

The treehouse was now my favorite place to be, because no one ever came here, except on some weekends, which was common during the warmer months that were approaching. Stopping my ATV, I saw Vic, he was sitting on one of the branches, tying a rope ladder with wooden steps to the entrance to the house.

 "You know, it would've made sense to make the stairs earlier," I shouted at him. He didn't look down, but smiled. 

"Well, I'm doing it now, Stop nitpicking," he said. After spending time here, he started to sound like a country boy, or maybe he was just bullying me. Rather the second. I got off the ATV and walked up to the tree, looking up.

"How is school today?" he asked. 

"Boring. How's your work?" I asked back.  

"Basically the same. Get up here," he said. He had just finished tying the ropes. 

"It'll support my weight, right?" I asked. He looked down at me, rolling his eyes. You are thin as a twig. Just get in," he said. So I hesitated and stepped onto the first wooden plank. When the ropes did not break, I continued to climb. I got to the very top and pulled myself into the house. The walls were already finished, but the roof had just begun. I looked at Vic, who was still sitting on a nearby branch.

"I can not believe that it is almost finished," I said. 

"We did a good job, didn't we?" he said. 

"You did..." I reminded him. 

"Oh, stop it, you helped a little too," he said. I smiled and looked away.

"What are we going to do when you're done with the roof? We will have no excuse to come here," I said sadly.

 "Oh, I do not know. We still need to paint it, and I can add a couple of extensions," he suggested. 

"We can make a two-story tree house!" I proclaimed.

 "You see, this is what I'm leading to," he said, moving over to me, "we will have a lot of time here ... And, you know, now that the walls are completed, no one will see because of the trees that I am doing this. I smiled before I knew what would follow. He softly pressed his lips to mine. 

"Mmm... definitely... that's... a bonus," I said between kisses. He pulled away with a delightful smirk on his face. He lay down on the floor and I did the same, looking over the unfinished roof at the blue sky. Today was a beautiful day and I couldn't think of any other way to spend it. Even just lying next to him, I felt so happy. It made me dance inside. 

Vic intertwined his fingers with mine. A few moments of silence gave me time to think. I wondered why he liked me at all, but didn't dare ask. I was afraid of the answer. In the end, Vic made it clear that we were just hanging out together. When I was younger, I used to watch melodramas a lot and I always thought that love is always full of drama, heartbreak, fear and big moments. But I quickly came to the conclusion that it is possible to fall in love and still live so peacefully. I never expected it to feel like this.

 "I should have made it bigger," Vic said suddenly.

" It's longer than us. It's all right," I replied. 

"And still, I think some things could be better," he said. 

"Don't be stupid. You are a great builder. Actually, how can you even be so good at this? I mean, I know you've built a treehouse before, but you're really, really good at it," I said. 

"I worked as a carpenter," he replied. 

"Really?" I asked with interest. I loved learning new things about him. He didn't talk about himself that often. 

"Yeah." He said.

 "How did you lose the job?"  I asked. 

"The whole company is closed," he said, and then he stood up, leaning on his elbow, and looked at me. 

"You don't want to hear about it. It's boring."

"Of course, I want to. I want to know how you lived there in Los Angeles," I said. 

"Hmm... or..." He leaned over and kissed me. Even though I still wanted to talk, I wanted this more. I loved the feeling that his kisses brought. My heart felt like it was about to explode. And besides, it made me feel special. He could kiss anyone, but he was here kissing me. He took my hand and pressed my hand against the wooden floor, moving further toward me. I got better at all those kisses. I began to think less, but still thought too much. At least I didn't giggle anymore. 

Vic kissed me a little harder. He let go of my hand and instead ran his fingers through my hair. Then he went down them below, on my cheek and neck, sending a wave of goosebumps through me. I felt like I was suffocating. The further his hand went down my body, the more nervous I became. But he stopped. He forced himself to pull away and I knew that he forced himself only because he made a short sound of annoyance. I was breathing heavily, trying to get used to reality again. It was incredibly hot. My body was on fire. My pants... Oh my god. No. 

"I'll never be done with this if you stay here with me," he said. 

"So you're trying to get rid of me again," I joked. He pulled himself up and pulled away from me, rolling to the side. I heard him sigh as he sat down a good couple of paces away from me. I looked down at myself as I sat down. If he noticed what happened, then he is a good actor, because he did not show it in any way. 

"We'd better get back to the house. They will soon be gathering everyone for dinner," he said. 

"You're right," I sighed. We both sat there for a couple of moments. I tried to calm down and luckily my nerves and embarrassment helped. After a while, we both climbed down to the ground and got to our quads to drive home. When we arrived, I drove by, seeing that everyone was already in the kitchen preparing for dinner. Vic and I drove to the barn and parked our ATVs there. We turned off the engines, got up, and looked at each other. We both knew we wouldn't be alone until tomorrow night, if not longer. 

"One more time, on the track?" he asked. I nodded with a smile and he walked over to me, pressing his lips to mine. A little bolder, I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him in place. His fingers tightened slightly on my hips as he pulled me closer. It was so dangerous, but if someone decided to enter the barn, we would hear footsteps on the gravel, and now I did not hear anything. All I was focused on was his tongue sliding over mine. My mind didn't control my body. I was on fire. I could feel the pads of his fingers sliding under my T-shirt, slowly stroking the bare skin of my thigh, and then he stopped abruptly. He pulled away, taking a deep breath. 

"Let's go," he nodded toward the house. He paused for a couple of seconds before heading out the door and I followed him. I did not understand. Yesterday, when we were at home alone, he did not continue this, but at the tree house, he stopped, and now again? I wasn't sure what he wanted. 

I wasn't even sure what I wanted myself. I didn't know what it was like to be in a relationship. Maybe it was the hormones that were driving me crazy. I've never felt like this in my life and I wanted more and I wanted it right now, but I couldn't get it. I have read and written enough fanfiction to know what do these feelings mean. They meant that soon our relationship would move to a new level; at least they should. But the question was, did Vic need it?