Stalker (Kellic) (boyxboy)

Chapter 12

I so totally updated that thing about The Lost onto the wrong book and I didn't realize that until today. Lol I'm sorry I meant to put it on The Affair and I fucked up. But enjoy!

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At some point throughout the night, probably around, say, 5 thirty-ish, Kellin had woken Vic up. He was wide awake, well, only slightly. And he tried to seduce him.

Neither of the two had been in the right states of mind. Firstly, Kellin couldn't keep his hands off of Vic. And Vic couldn't deny the way Kellin's hands felt on him.

Some. . .things. . .happened. And by things, it meant kissing and going to fuck until Kellin wanted to try something 'new'. And that's why Kellin woke up with his left hand tied to the bedpost with a tie, arm numb and most likely losing all circulation of blood flow.

"Fuck. Vic, Vic wake the fuck up." Kellin muttered, eyes barely adjusting the strips of light in the room.

Vic groaned, rolling away from Kellin, but still in reach of him. The bed was only so big, actually, the bed was fucking huge. But Vic couldn't lie about how warm Kellin felt cuddled close to him.

"Vic, seriously, wake the fuck up. I can't feel my arm." Kellin said into the quiet room, proceeding to use his other arm to hit and push Vic's arm.

Vic groaned, he just wanted to sleep in for a little bit longer. The time was only about 9:30. At least that's what it felt like.

"Shhh, just, just stop talking for a minute." Vic mumbled, putting a finger to Kellin's lips. An eyebrow raise and a harsh shove later, Vic's eyes opened.

Irritated by Kellin's constant talking, he rolled over onto Kellin's lap, straddling him. He pinned Kellin's free arm to the bed by the wrist and grabbed his chin in his hand forcefully.

Kellin, whose arm was still tingling, and not in the good way, gasped as his arm was tugged.

Vic hips pushed down and grinded against Kellin's, a soft moan seeping between his lips.

"Is this what you wanted, huh?" His hips pushed down to meet with Kellin's again, rubbing against the sensitive area.

"Shit, I-" Kellin stopped, his breathing was heavy and his heart beat sped up, "I just wanted my arm out, but this, this is good too, oh." Vic rocked back and forth against Kellin, smirking at how responsive and sensitive he was this early in the morning.

Nevertheless he reached up to start to untie Kellin's arm, seeing as it was tied pretty recklessly. They didn't hear the knob jiggle until the door was actually open, the two looking up.

Marcella was stood in the doorway, breakfast on a tray and a mouth opened in shock and embarrassment. She was unaware that Vic had company. Slowly, though, her lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Oh, I didn't know I was interrupting. Sorry." She apologized before beginning to make her way out the room. Kellin and Vic looked at each other, blushed profusely, then stammered to get a reasonable explanation for the compromising position they were in.

"N-no! Marcella, it's not what it seems. I swear!" Vic struggled to explain.

But Marcella thought it was exactly what it seemed. Vic was on top of Kellin, legs on either side of his hips, sweatpants hung low on his hips, and no shirt. And then there was Kellin, whose arm was tied to the bedpost, breathing heavy and hair messy. Vic was the most to blame for the view of things, but Kellin's arm being tied played a lot into the role, too.

"I don't even remember how I ended up being tied up like this!" Kellin lied, blushed some more, and wriggled underneath Vic's weight.

Vic looked at him, a glare shooting it's way towards Kellin. He meekly looked away before trying to wriggle out again.