I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket (Kellic)

Chapter 1

Kellin sat in his bedroom staring at the clock. He was so bored because he had nothing to do. He had already finished his homework and he still had three hours before his "job" started. He chuckled at the thought of how he makes money. He loved the fact that no one knew and it was his special secret. Time always seemed to go agonizingly slow when he's waiting to go to work. He decided to listen to some music and take a small nap while he waited. When he woke up it was eleven o'clock pm, he had to be at work now. He freaked out and quickly jumped out of his bed and pulled on a jacket and started running down the street. He arrived there at 11:25, 25 minutes after he usually liked to get there.
"I'm really sorry, sir. I took a nap and woke up at exactly eleven so I'm really, really sorry I'm late." Kellin yelled running toward his boss.
"It's okay, Kellin. I told you, you don't have to show up here at eleven. Anything before twelve is fine with me." Kellin's boss, Oliver Sykes, said back to him in his thick British accent.
"I know, sir, I just like getting here at a punctual time and I like eleven." Kellin said, out of breath from running.
"Gosh, you're too much of a goodie-two-shoes to be working here. And I've told you before, call me Oli. But I'm actually glad you're here later than normal because you wouldn't have anything to do until now. We have some fresh meat that just arrived today." Oli said with a chuckle.
"Yes! I love when we get new meat. It's so fun to get to judge people without being called a hypocrite." Kellin jumped up and down until Oli put his hand on Kellin's shoulder to make him stop.
Kellin walked into the room and looked around at the men and women before him. He walked along the line of new prostitutes before him. You see, Kellin doesn't have a normal job. He works at an underground drug and prostitution ring but no one in his life knows this. During his day to day life he seems like the perfect child. He had just started his senior year of high school and he was the smartest kid at his school, his parents absolutely adored him, he was the model child. Or at least that's what everyone thought. Kellin's favorite part of the day was coming to work. His job was to check on the prostitutes and make sure that they had somewhere to stay and that they were using condoms and especially to make sure that they weren't being mistreated by the customers. But this was Kellin's favorite part of the job, getting to meet the new prostitutes and see if they were fit for the job. Kellin continued walking down the line until he saw the first person he wanted to talk to.
"You," Kellin said firmly to a short, tan man with shoulder length hair that was in the middle of the line "What's your name?"
"My name is Vic Fuentes." said the man.
"No, no. Not your real name, what's your prostitution name?" Kellin asked with a chuckle, "You can't use your actual name out on the streets."
"Oh. Yea. My street name is Pablo." Vic awkwardly said.
"Pablo? Really? Okay, whatever, it's your choice."
"What's wrong with Pablo?" Vic asked, he thought his street name was really nice.
"Nothing, nothing. It's just a bit boring, but with that aside. Let's see what you've got, seduce me." Kellin said as if it were a challenge.
Kellin knew that it wouldn't actually be that hard to seduce him, though. It didn't take much for Kellin to get turned on by someone, especially someone who was as hot as whoever this Vic guy was. Kellin sat down in the chair in the middle of the room. Vic just looked at him awkwardly.
"Um, are you deaf? I said, seduce me. Come on it's not that hard." Kellin said to the awkward man.
"Um, okay." Vic said before walking up to Kellin and running a finger across Kellin's shoulder blades before walking in front of him and sitting on his lap. Vic stayed silent as he did his normal routine that he used to do with his ex boyfriend when he was feeling extra flirtatious. Vic rook his shirt off and turned around so he was almost straddling Kellin. He grinded against him and brushed his lips against Kellin's neck.
"Enough. That's enough. I think you will be perfect for this business." Kellin said before standing up.
"Thanks. I really need this job." Vic said, smiling brightly before picking up his shirt and throwing it on.
"Yea. Um, go outside and find Oli, who I'm assuming you met when you applied." Kellin said.
"Yea. Okay, I will." Vic couldn't help but notice the lump Kellin had in his pants but he ignored it and walked out of the room to go find Oli.
Kellin continued examining the other applicants and in the end only a few actually got chosen to work. Vic, or Pablo, which he said was his prostitution name although Kellin still thought it was a bit funny, was definitely his favorite though. After he was done he went home at 3 am and went to sleep, happy that he got to work an awesome job and no one even knew.