Chemistry ж Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Handcuffs

Confidence.

That's the word I kept repeating in my head, over and over as I stood in front of the door to Tay's house. I had to be confident. I didn't want another mishap. I had always taught myself to be dominant and to have a tough shell, and I wasn't going to let Vic crack that shell again.

I felt odd being here without Tay's car in the driveway. I had no idea where she and her parents had gone and I was slightly offended at the fact that nobody told me about it. Usually, if there's a party, Tay brings me with her so we can get drunk together. I had texted her a few hours earlier, before my video shoot, and still no reply.

After some deep thought, I decided to erase all confused thoughts about it for now. I could handle them later. What I couldn't handle later, however, was the banging in my chest and the nervousness instilled in my body. I still hadn't knocked on the door yet, firstly because I was used to simply walking in without knocking knowing that Tay would be inside to greet me, and secondly because I felt out of my element here. I was at Tay's house, but she wasn't here. Instead, Vic was the only one home.

I was too worried. I needed to loosen up. I never got this nervous; I was always-confident, dominant Kellin. Yet, as soon as Vic came along yesterday, I found myself becoming anxious and awkward.

I wasn't going to let that happen his time.

I took a deep breath and, without further hesitation, roughly knocked on the door. My knuckles hit the wooden structure once, twice, three times before my hand had a minuscule sore feeling from the unfamiliar sensation.

A few seconds after knocking, I heard immediate footsteps coming from inside. My heart instantly sped up and I mentally willed myself to make it slow down. Confident, Kellin. Confident.

I kept repeating the word in my head until, finally, the doorknob made a slow turn. I held my breath as I watched the door's edge separate from the doorframe. Once it was completely open, my eyes immediately met with Vic's toned, shirtless body.

Fuck.

My "confidence" tactic was thrown out the window as I was yanked inside by my collar and the door was slammed shut. Before I knew it, my back was being harshly pushed onto the surface of the closed door with one of his hands.

Vic gave me an evil smirk, sexily biting his lip as he looked me up and down.

I tried to push away that feeling of submissiveness, I really did, but it was hard to do that when he was gazing into my eyes like I was his next meal.

He removed his eyes from mine and instead immediately focused on my neck, biting small sections and sucking on them until a pool of blood formed beneath the skin. I whimpered when his lips trailed upwards, up my throat and along my jaw until they reached the corner of my mouth.

He tentatively pressed his lips to mine for the first time in a soft, gentle kiss. He did no more than that, until I felt his teeth gently catch my bottom lip and slowly pull it forward. A fairly embarrassing humming sound escaped my throat when he released, which only made him pull away from me. I noticed that he hadn't used his hands at all, and I really didn't like that.

Glancing down at his toned chest once again to admire its perfect structure, I discovered that he had been holding something behind his back.

At the realization that he could be hiding something dominating, I felt a little voice in the back of my head. "No, Kellin. Don't let his perfectly proportioned body fool you. You're the dominant one. Don't let him crack your shell."

So I listened to my conscience. Without hesitation, I instantly allowed myself to hold my arms out, grab Vic, and forcibly turn him around so his back was to the door.