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

Chapter 6

Vic's POV (omg, wut)

It was time for us to go to work so we headed out. Kellin's skinniness still bothered me but I didn't let it show. We walked down the street in silence. Kellin shivered and wrapped his arms around himself.
"I always forget to bring a jacket." he said.
"Here, borrow mine." I said before draping my jacket over him.
We continued walking until we got there and he gave me my jacket back before walking to his office. I walked over to where I was supposed to stand. I stood there for about ten minutes before someone finally came up to me.
"Hey there, you pretty little thing. How much would it take for you to suck my co.ck?" the man asked.
On the inside I was honestly disgusted by working here and all of the gross men that would come up to me and especially the fact that I had to be a bottom. In real life I'm 100% a top but here I'm mainly a bottom. I play it off as though these things don't bother me though.
"That would be $30 and if you would want to stick your thick co.ck in my tight little as.s that's going to be 50 but trust me, it's worth it. I'm a good fuck." I said in a seductive voice.
I never thought that would have to say anything like that in my life. I'm a really innocent person but I need the money to live.
"I'm good tonight, sweetie. I'm just here for a bowj.ob." the man said, handing me a $30 bill.
We walked over what I'm assuming is his car and got in. I don't know how but somehow I got between his legs in that tiny car and I unzipped his pants and immediately started sucking him off. After like 30 seconds he was done. So he pretty much payed a dollar a second. I got out of his car and he drove off. I went back to my position and stood there for another few minutes before Kellin came out, still wearing my shirt from earlier. He walked over to the woman who was doing her job right beside me, I think her name was Jenna, I'm not really sure though and blatantly asked for a blowj.ob from her. She agree and they went back to his office.
I couldn't help the pang of jealousy that rang through me. I wondered if she was better at bowj.obs than me or if he liked her better than me but then I remembered what he had told me the other night about getting random prostitutes to "help him" if he was stressed or something. I calmed back down and finished out my night. The girl had come back a few minutes later and said that he was just making sure that she was still good at her job and that he just randomly does that sometimes. After my shift was over I decided to head home. I noticed Kellin coming out of his office to go home too so I caught up with him.
"Hey, Kellin. I think you might have left that picture that you wanted at my house you could come over and get it before you go home." I suggested to him.
I really just wanted and excuse to spend even a few more minutes with him.
"Yea, that would be fine. Thanks for reminding me." he said.
We walked back to my house and on the way he started shivering again so I put my jacket on him again and looked at his tiny figure. I wondered how much he weighed.
I was a very blatant person so I asked him, "Do, how much do you weigh?"
"I think like 95 pounds. Somewhere around there." Kellin said.
I stopped right where I was and Kellin turned back and looked at me.
"What?" he asked, obviously not knowing that weighing that much was bad.
"You do know that that is way too low of a weight, right?" I asked him.
"What do you mean? How much do you weight."
"I'm not 100% sure but I know I'm at least 150." I told him.
"Really? But you don't look fat." he told me.
"Yea, that's because I'm not. Fat is 250 pounds or over according to nutritionists and I don't even think that's fat." I practically yelled at him.
I couldn't figure out a way to get it through his thick skull that he wasn't fat.
"I don't maybe that's for other people but for me 100 pounds is fat." Kellin continued to insist.
"Kellin, you are beautiful and perfect and amazing. The only thing that would make you more perfect is if you gained like 20 to 30 pounds." I couldn't take it anymore I broke down there, right in the middle of the pavement. I couldn't stop yelling about how beautiful he was. I had only just met him a few days before but he was so beautiful in my eyes and the fact that he didn't see that in himself completely tore me up inside.
I composed myself and we continued walking to my house so that he could get his picture and I could go to sleep.
We finally got to my house and we walked in. We stayed in silence until we heard and obviously drunk Mike stumbled towards us and just started laughing.
"Mike, I think you're done with alcohol tonight. You wouldn't want to have to go to the hospital for alcohol poisoning again, would you?" I asked him.
Mike is what you would consider a drunk. I wouldn't consider him that though. He proved to me a couple of months ago that he can quit whenever he wants to.
"No. I guess I'll go drink some water. Wait, what is Kellin doing here again?"
"He came to get his picture. He left it earlier."
Kellin walked into the living room and found it on the coffee table before telling me and Mike goodbye and leaving. I had a long night so I went up to bed and fell asleep.