The First Punch (sequel to Change) | kellic (boyxboy)

two

"K-Kellin?"

"O-Omigod. I-" Kellin started, not knowing what to say.

I stepped forward, not hesitating to kiss the beautiful boy in front of me. This kiss was long awaited, but so worth it. He gasped into the kiss, but didn't stop. I deepened it, taking over control. He took a step back, but I only stepped forward. I grabbed the back of his thighs and picked him up, neither of us missing a beat. He slid his hands up my shirt, letting them roam around on my chest. I moaned, simply thinking about the fact that I was actually kissing Kellin again. I thought I might have lost him for good, but he sure as hell wasn't acting like we were ever separated. His hands reached up and tugged on my hair slightly. He bit my lip, causing me to moan again. He had gotten so good at kissing.

I wonder if he had practice.

I quickly dismissed the thought of Kellin being with anyone else and focused on him being with me instead.

"Fuck." I breathed, pulling away, but keeping my forehead rested on his.

"God, I missed you." He said, looking me in the eye.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, Kell. I love you so fucking much, omigod. I'm so sorry I ever left you, okay, baby? I regret all of it. Just please forg-"

"Shhh, Vic. You're okay. We're okay." Kellin told me.

"Are you sure? Kell, I understand if-"

"We're good. I promise." He said.

"Thank god." I said, relieved.

"I'm sorry for... y'know, kinda attacking your lips." I apologized awkwardly.

"I didn't mind." He smirked.

This version of Kellin was so different, but I definitely wasn't complaining.

"So, the Pierce the Veil singer is cute?" I teased.

"Mhm, and he has a killer voice." He laughed.

"You're so cute. How about we get out of this place? We need to talk." I suggested.

"Okay, sure." He replied with a light smile.

God, I missed him so much. I've never regretted something so much in my life.

We arrived at my house and walked inside. I sat on the couch, facing him. He sat down across from me.

"Kellin, look. I'm really sorry for everything. I know who drugged you. Actually, I know the whole story. I was told about it well after we broke up and I wanted to contact you but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was afraid you'd be horribly disappointed with me. I was also scared that you might have changed. Truth is, you did change. But luckily, it was for the better. You're so much more mature now. And, fuck, I thought you couldn't get any more attractive, but you did. That's not the point, though. What I'm trying to say is, if you're willing to give me a second chance, I'd love that dearly." I told him, looking down.

"I- Vic..." He started sadly.

Oh no.

"What is it?" I asked cautiously, encouraging him to continue.

"You know I'd love to give you a second chance, but it's just been so long that the change in both of us us very distinct and might ruin our relationship. Trust me, I miss you. A lot. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to protect myself from getting hurt again. You really hurt me, Vic." He said, his voice cracking a little.