Chemistry ж Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Funny Business

I stepped in, my senses immediately being bombarded by the semi-loud music (which Vic had turned down) and the laid-back atmosphere. I walked over to his bed, pressed my arms down to test the mattress' firmness, and sat down. I looked over to see that Vic had closed the door and suspiciously locked it.

Did it really need to be locked? What did he think was going to happen? My intentions were only to talk him out of releasing my secret. Maybe he just didn't want anyone to hear our conversation, although I didn't see how locking the door would make any difference in that matter.

"You didn't need to do that," I remarked politely. He simply ignored me and made his way over to the bed.

He plopped himself beside me and turned to face me.

"Okay, no funny business here. I know why you're here, and I know what you want," he said straight-forwardly, giving me a stern look. Well, then. His casual demeanor must've been a facade, because he was acting so much more dominant now that the door was closed.

I was taken back by his sudden admission, but I decided to act casual. "Uh, what do I want, then?" I inquired nervously, desperately trying to ignore the incessant banging feeling inside my chest. Oh, it's getting hot in here.

The air quickly and immediately thickened when he scooted an inch closer and leaned over to the side of my face, near my ear.

My heartbeat quickened as he used his nimble fingers to brush a few strands of my black, straightened hair out of the way. Meanwhile, I remained stationary, staring blankly at the floor and trying not to embarrass myself.

"I think we both know what you want," he whispered. "And I can give that to you. I won't tell anyone about your slutty little secret," he said in a sultry tone.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. "Uh, I... What are you talking about?" I tried and failed at acting clueless.

His lips moved down an inch toward my neck. My breathing shook and my eyes clamped shut when his delicate lips traced over the pale skin below my ear. "You know what I'm talking about," he whispered matter-of-factly, his mouth moving against my neck and giving me goosebumps.

"Not really," I lied. I hadn't been touched like this in such a long time. For my entire short career as a twink, all I had experienced was false intimacy and a series of empty org.asms.

All too soon, he got up from the bed and walked over to his dresser. On top of it was an already-running laptop. Oh no.

"Um... wow, I, uh, I love your posters," I said in mock-fascination in an attempt to distract him.

"Mhm," he hummed, barely acknowledging that I had said anything. His eyes were focused on the computer, his fingers working quickly on the touchpad.

I internally panicked. I knew what he was doing. He was going to find one of my videos. I just knew it. I'd rather not watch him taunt me, so I tried a different approach. As quietly as possible, I stealthily shifted my weight over to my feet, allowing myself to stand up without getting caught. He was still focused on the laptop and his gaze hadn't faltered, so I took that as a sign to just go for it.

As fast as I could, I took two huge steps toward the door. Right when my hand was a millimeter away from the doorknob, however, I heard Vic's voice from behind me. "Stop," he ordered, so I froze, not turning around or moving in any other way. "Come here, I want to talk to you," he beckoned.

I hesitated. I wasn't about to allow myself complete and utter embarrassment from those videos.

"Don't leave. I'm not trying to make fun of you," he assured me.

I turned back to face him, still not moving. "Yeah, right," I un-confidently scoffed, placing my hand on the doorknob behind me. Maybe if I could open the door while still maintaining eye contact, then I would be able to escape.

"Come on," he beckoned to me, placing the laptop onto his bed. "I won't bite," he smirked. His eyes flicked down to my neck for a split second before returning to my face.

I began to silently turn the doorknob, but I stopped myself. What's the point of coming in here if I'm not going to stop him from exposing me? If I leave, he could tell everyone.

I can't risk it.

With that thought, I let my hand fall to my side. My feet seemed to step forward on their own, as if they knew that this was the only way out of the predicament. Never in a million years would I think that this was how I'd be spending my Thursday night: internally panicking and unsuccessfully avoiding exposure in a hot, supposedly mostly straight guy's room.