Falling For Danger (BoyXBoy)

Chapter Six

(A/N) Hey guys! So, I have absolutely no excuses for why this update took so long. In all honesty, I thought this story was shit because of how quickly everything is moving, but it's steadily getting more reads so I figured an update was called for:) Please vote for this and leave me some comments. Enjoy! ~ Kaleigh

Kellin's POV

"Kellin? Sweetheart, wake up." I groan, rub my eyes, and roll over. Who the hell is waking me up so early? It's Saturday and as far as I can tell, the sun hasn't risen yet.

I open my eyes and see my foster mom, Leanne, sitting on the edge of my bed smiling at me. I give her a small smile back. Out of all the shit in my life, Leanne is one of the good things. She always makes sure I'm fed and am doing my homework and that I've cleaned my room; basically, she is really good at being a mom. I don't blame her for sitting back and watching her husband hurt me. She's terrified that he will go off on her and hurt the baby she's 6 months pregnant with. Does it hurt to not have anyone stand up for me? Yeah, but I've gotten used to it.

"Sorry, I know it's early but you need to get up. Sam stayed out last night drinking. I thought it might be a good idea if you leave before he wakes up." Great. The asshole's gonna have a hangover, which means trouble for me. I thank Leanne for warning me, then wait for her to leave the room before throwing off the covers. She woke me up from a dream about Vic, leaving me with a huge problem in my pants. I bite my lip, once again thinking about Vic.

We've been together for about a month now, and I can't seem to get him out of my head. I've started to fall and fall hard for the sweet, sexy boy. Everything happened so quickly with the two of us, but it just feels... Right. Being around each other is easy. So far, he's been here for me, and I've been there for him. Of course, being a gay couple has it's downsides; no one knows about our relationship but us. Sure, kids at school make homophobic remarks towards us because we sit together at lunch everyday, but they don't really know anything is going on between us. They're just being immature jackasses.

Now that I've thrown on some clothes, I sneak out of my room, past what will be the baby's nursery, down the stairs, and out the front door. Usually when this happens, I have no idea where to go and I end up wandering around all day. Today, I start eagerly making my way to Vic's house. The sun is coming up, meaning his parents should be leaving for work soon and his house is a 10 minute walk from mine. I pull out my phone to text Vic, so he knows I'm coming.
Me: Hey
Vic: Hey. Why are you awake right now?
Me: Can I come over?
Vic: Sure baby:) You okay?
Me: Am now:)
Vic: Text me when you get here

I smile at our short conversation, and put my phone away. It's scary how talking to him can instantly make me feel better. Before Vic, I would just push the feelings down and eventually I would just feel numb. I still feel that way sometimes, but then I see Vic and I can't help but smile and be happy.

For the rest of the walk, I just watch the sunrise. The sky shifts from pitch black, to lavender, to an intensely beautiful shade of orange. It's a little chilly this morning, so I wrap my arms around myself to keep warm. When Vic's house comes into view, I feel my heart skip a beat and I walk faster. I pull out my phone to let him know I'm here, then stand patiently on the front steps. A few minutes later, the door opens and my breathing hitches slightly at the sight before me: a half asleep Vic with messy hair, wearing nothing but sweatpants situated perfectly on his hips. He smirks at me blatantly checking him out.

"Adorable," he says under his breath.
"What?" I ask, my face screwing up slightly in confusion.
"You. Come here." My face blushes a deep red, and I step towards his open arms. He wraps them around me, closes the door, and kisses my head. His warm, bare torso against my cold body makes me relax into him more.

"You're freezing," he says as he rubs his hand up and down my back. I make an "mhm" sound and he pulls back. I begin to protest, but stop when he takes my hand and leads me upstairs to his room. He slides under the blankets on his bed and motions for me to lay down next to him. I slip off my shoes and join him. I lay my head on his shoulder while he wraps his arms around me and his fingers run through my hair soothingly.

After a few minutes of cuddling, I feel his eyes on me. I tilt my head up to meet his gaze.

"Hi," he says.

"Hey," I respond, smiling a little. He smiles back, and kisses my forehead sweetly.

"Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I feel him shrug.

"I don't know. Maybe because you showed up at my house at 6 in the morning." He's so cute when he's worried about me.

"I'm fine. Sam was out drinking last night, so I wanted to leave before he woke up." He nods his head, but keeps looking at me. I give him a confused look.

"What? Am I not allowed to look at my hot boyfriend?" My cheeks heat up and I hide my face in his neck. "Stop that. It's too early for you to be this cute," he says, flirtation practically dripping from his voice. I sit back up and roll my eyes at him.

"You're just saying that because you wanna get laid."

"No I'm not; you really are cute. Although, getting some action would be nice." He winks at me and I will away the blush trying to creep into my cheeks. What am I even supposed to say?

"Whatever," I mumble and look away. He puts his finger under my chin and tips my head up.

"You know I'm joking, right baby?" My eyes flick down to his lips, and I bite mine. I see the corners of his mouth pull up in satisfaction, then I lean down and press my lips to his. I drink in his sweet taste, then bite his bottom lip. I run my tongue along it soothingly, then slip it into his mouth. He kisses back eagerly, fighting for dominance. Eventually, I give in to his wishes and let him take over.

I straddle him and run my hands up and down his torso, enjoying the feel of his toned body. With one hand, he tangles his fingers into my hair, and runs the other one down my stomach and around to my back. He squeezes my ass, and I moan lightly. Vic pulls up my shirt, and we break the kiss long enough for him to pull it over my head and throw it on the ground. He rolls on top of me, and my pulse quickens. My breathing goes heavy, but I tell myself to calm down.

The feeling dies down, then disappears completely as Vic starts grinding his semi hard member against my own. The friction causes the both of us to moan. He kisses down my jaw line and neck, stopping to suck on any sweet spots he finds. He stops rocking his body against mine, and trails his hand down my body to the front of my jeans. He unbuttons them and slides them off of me; that's when the panicky feeling comes back. My breath catches in my throat, and I start to push him away from me.

"What's wrong?" Vic stops all of his movements and looks at me with concern filled eyes.

After a moments' hesitation, I say, "I'm scared, Vic." He smiles at me.

"See, adorable. It's okay, darling; I just wanna make you feel good. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He starts sucking at the sweet spots on my neck, and gently palming me through my boxers. "Trust me, okay?" He slides his hand into my boxers, and palms me harder. I let out a loud moan, and nod my head. After a few more minutes, I'm as a hard as I can get and my anxiety is gone. I push down his sweatpants, and stroke his fully hard member quickly. He groans, rolls his hips, pulls my boxers down, and does the same to me.

"Oh God, Vic."

"Tell me when, baby," he whispers into my ear and bites at it. "I'm close." The sound of his voice turns me on even more, and the pleasure begins to mount. I writhe around under him and grip the sheets of his bed. Vic groans loudly and bucks his hips towards me, shooting on to my stomach. The sight of him climaxing was enough to push me to the edge.

"Oh fuck, Vic. I'm so close," I moan.

"Are you gonna come for me, babe?" That was it. I buck my hips and climax, saying his name as I do. He collapses on top of me, catching his breath. He rolls off of me and I turn to face him. My raven black hair falls into my face, and Vic smiles weakly as he brushes it over. "Are you okay?" I nod, and he kisses me lightly.

"I'm tired," I complain.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up." Vic kisses my forehead, and I fall asleep to him softly singing to me.