A Match Into Water (Kellic)

The Strays

-Vic-

I awoke in the arms of my angel. He was already awake, and he was staring at me. He smiled, and said "Good morning, babe."

I propped myself up on my elbows, so I was hovering over my beautiful boyfriend. I leaned down, and kissed him lovingly. I pulled away just enough to say "Good morning to you, too." I leaned down, and pecked his lips once more before getting up to grab my clothes. I heard Kellin whimper, and I just laughed. I didn't need to get dressed because it was Thanksgiving break, and I didn't have anything to do, but I always seemed to feel more clean if I was wearing actual clothes, and not just pajama's. "I'm going to take a shower, okay, baby?" I said, throwing my clothes in the bathroom, and walking to give Kellin a kiss on the forehead.

All he did was nod. And with that, I headed to the bathroom, and got in the shower.

-Kellin's POV-

While Vic was in the shower, I decided to get dressed and make him breakfast. I got up and walked over to my still unpacked suitcase, and grabbed some dark skinny jeans, a grey Nirvana t-shirt, and a grey beanie, and got dressed. I, then, went downstairs to the kitchen to make Vic's breakfast. I opened the fridge, contemplating what I should make my amazing boyfriend.

I know...

-Vic's POV-

As I stepped out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror, and thought, Why did he pick you? I don't understand. I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror. Boring brown hair, sh*t colored eyes, ugly skin. The list goes on. I kept thinking. I pushed those thoughts away before they became worse, and got dressed in my black skinny jeans and my Ghost Town shirt. I plugged in the flat iron, and waited for it to heat up. Once it was ready, I straightened my hair, and grabbed my black snapback and put it on backwards, before leaving the bathroom. Kellin wasn't in my room, so I decided to go see if he was getting breakfast.

I walked down the steps, and as I hit the last one, I smelled it. It smelled like cinnamon. I became curious as I got closer to the kitchen. I turned the corner and saw Kellin pulling a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven. He was bending over, giving me a perfect view of his *ss. I didn't notice I had been staring until Kellin turned around and said, "Stop staring, Vic. It's rude." He smiled playfully, and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulled him close, and said, "Well, it's not my fault you have a nice *ss, babe."

He blushed, and mumbled, "Shut up."

I smirked. "Make me." I whispered, against his lips. With that, he leaned in to close the gap between our lips, making butterflies erupt in my stomach like a volcano. We kissed each other with so much passion, it was ridiculous. Forgetting completely about the smell of cinnamon coming from the delicious rolls on the counter, I swiped my tongue across Kellin's lip, asking for entrance. He gladly accepted, and our tongues tangled together. I pulled away for a breath, and whispered, "You have no idea how you make me feel."

"Same here." He whispered back, leaning in for another kiss.

That kiss soon turned into a make out session, and it continued for several minutes, until we heard, "AHHH MY EYES!!!!! GUYS STOP THERES A CHILD PRESENT!!!!!" Mike screamed.