Loud (Kellic One-Shot)

hi okay this is porn

it's based off of the We Like It Quiet Tour (and yes I did call it "Loud" bc irony). will involve vibrators, some dom/sub elements, wall sex, and Kellin Quinn touching himself. I don't rly have much else to say lmao have fun

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Kellin may or may not be having some World Tour nostalgia. Or maybe he's just horny.

The We Like It Quiet Tour is great, it really is, but he misses being able to have sex with his boyfriend almost every night after each performance. He misses Vic greeting him backstage with soft kisses and rough hands in his hair. He misses the way Vic would be sweet one minute and demanding the next. Okay, he just really misses Vic. And they haven't even left California yet.

When the tour dates were first released, Vic mentioned possibly being able to go to the San Diego show. He ended up being busy that day, though, and he didn't show up in Los Angeles, either. Now they're in San Francisco and Vic still hasn't said anything about coming, which means that he's probably not, considering that pretty much the entire tour has sold out by now. Unless he got a ticket to one of the shows earlier without telling Kellin, which is a very Vic thing to do. Kellin doesn't want to get his hopes up, though, so now he's just really lonely and horny, and that's why he is now lying on the floor of the stage during soundcheck, debating on whether or not it would be a good idea to just get himself off right then and there.

Yeah. He's suffering from Vic withdrawal.

Nobody's really paying any attention to him at the moment, too caught up in messing with their own instruments separately to think about what their lead singer is doing on the floor. They're kind of used to his oddities, which Kellin is thankful for, because it means that he can warm his voice up in this exact position without being questioned. He doesn't even really like soundcheck, though—who does, really?—and he's got something much more important on his mind. Something like...well, like Vic, who will always be more important than soundcheck, no matter what the rest of the crew tells him.

"Kellin, what are you doing?" Justin asks in the midst of tuning his bass. "Aren't you supposed to be singing or something?"

Kellin sighs. "Fuck off," he sings in a high-pitched tone. Then, in a regular speaking voice: "Okay, I sang."

Justin rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Somebody's gonna yell at you if you keep lying there, though."

"Not if I'm singing while I'm lying here," Kellin says, and then proceeds to sing part of their song "Go Go Go" while still on the floor. His motivation today is probably in negative numbers. Maybe he'll end up just doing the entire show on the floor tonight.

His mind flashes to Vic, and the thought of his boyfriend watching him sing just makes him feel even more nostalgic. He really needs to get a grip. Or get himself off. The second option sounds much more appealing.

With no regards as to his surroundings, Kellin reaches down and slowly, subtly starts rubbing his fingers against his thighs. He can't help but imagine Vic leaning over him, kissing his neck, moving down across his chest and palming him at his crotch. Unconsciously, his mouth forms the word "Vic," quiet and almost whimpering as it passes his lips, sounding almost like a plea.

"Speaking of your boyfriend..."

Hearing Jack's voice, Kellin stops what he's doing and looks up. "Wait, what about my boyfriend?"

Jack shrugs and holds up a plastic bag, looking down at Kellin with a confused but unsurprised look on his face. "Vic gave this to me before we left," he says. "I don't know what it is because he told me not to look. But he said he wanted you to wear it tonight. Specifically tonight." He sets the bag down on Kellin's chest. "Here you go. Now stop jerking off and get off the floor, loser. We've got songs to practice."