hotel.

Chapter 21

theres gonna be like 2-4 more chapters + an epilogue omg i can't believe that hotel is almost over its the first fic that I've been able to get this far with without deleting it and I've gotten so much positive feedback and comments from you guys and its so amazing omg ANYWAY ENJOY THE CHAPTER *smut warning for this chapter prepare yourselves its probably gonna suck rip* also i have to decide who i want to top first hmmm hmmm hmm decisions i think its gonna be kellin first bc i need something to happen with vic but like vic will probably end up topping later so don't worry but like rip tho theres gonna be smut i have friends who read this cough sharon and rebekah I'm talking about you cough bye

I was happy to say that things with Vic had never been better. I had started going back to work, and had even made up with my dad. We'd been going to dinner more often, sometimes with Vic, sometimes just the two of us. He didn't have a lot of time left, and the doctors had said that they couldn't do much because they had found out about his cancer too late. I was just focused on making the best of the time I had left with him. I had also found out that Vic was extremely good at organizing things. He had done a great job at keeping things running smoothly for the two weeks that I refused to get out of bed. While he had been filling in for me, he had found out that many of the guests were interested in seeing more entertainment. I made a deal with him that he could work and organize a show once a week, but only if he performed in it.

"I don't know," Vic sighed, resting his head on my chest. "Maybe I won't do it then." he said, referring to the shows.

"Why?" I asked as I slipped my hand under the back of his shirt. "I though you wanted this."

"I do," he breathed. "I just don't really like performing by myself, like, I was so used to playing with my best friends you know? Playing at the talent show was a one time thing."

"C'mon Vic! You play amazing by yourself, I'm sure the guests would love it. Everyone loved you at the talent show, it was insane!" I exclaimed, looking down at him.

"Really?" he questioned, seeming unsure. Vic seemed so natural and happy when he was onstage, and I wanted him to be able to do what he loved without being shy about it.

"Yeah." I said honestly, before kissing him.

"You were great, still are." I smiled.

"Oh, shut up." he rolled his eyes before kissing me back.

I tightened my grip around him, and deepened the kiss, pushing myself up to meet him. His hands were on each side of me, supporting his weight, but he placed one on my chest, slowly drifting it downwards.

"Shit," I whispered, pulling myself away from Vic as I felt myself starting to get hard. Vic just looked down at me, a small smile on his lips.

"You good?" he sent me a sly smile, tilting his head to the side.

"Fine," I breathed, and he palmed me through my shorts. "Fuck this." I muttered, before flipping us over and kissing him again.

Before I knew it I was sitting back, staring at Vic, wearing only my bowers. He was in front of me, in his boxers and a long sleeve shirt.

"You down for this?" I asked, looking at his eyes. He looked a bit uncomfortable, and I didn't want to force him into anything.

"We can just stop now, if you want." I said, reaching to grab my shirt. I' sure the problem in my boxers would sort itself out eventually.

"No," he said, grabbing my wrist to stop me. "I want to, its just that I haven't done this since before the accident,and I don't- I don't like people seeing my scars,"