Just A Painter | Kellic

12.

"Vic!" Kellin cries the next morning, and I snap awake, realizing that I was completely naked underneath my bedsheets, and so was Kellin.

Oh, no.

No, fuck, no.

"Kells, did we..?" I ask, and the cum-covered bedsheets confirms my thoughts. We look at each other, not knowing what to say, and I realize that I need some time to think about all of this, everything.

"Kells." I whisper, and he pulls his bedsheets over him to keep him warm.

"I think I should take you home." I say softly, and he shakes his head frantically, grabbing my arm.

"V-Vic, p-please don't leave-" He starts, but I hush him by taking his face in my hands.

"Shh, sweetheart, i'm not mad or upset, I just need some time to think, okay?" I whisper reassuringly, and he nods slowly.

"I-I don't want to go home yet." He whispers, and I shake my head again.

"My home, not yours. I don't have to take you home until tomorrow, you still have another night with me." I say again softly, and he nods slowly, wiping away his tears.

"Are you okay, are you sore?" I ask, and he nods, staying still so he didn't feel the pain.

"Very, but that's really okay." He says, and I nod, moving a strand of hair from his face, and he hands me his hair brush, letting me brush his hair gently. He watches as I do so, and he smiles softly when I finish.

"Let me get some clothes on." I say softly, and he nods, letting me get out of bed to put on some clothes. He watches me as I go into the bathroom, a serious case of sex hair and hickeys and scratches along my chest, shoulders, and back, and I smile a little as I shove on my clothes quickly, deciding to shower when I get home.

"Vic, wait, you're bleeding a little." He says, coming behind me and wiping away the blood from one of my scratches, and I give him an amused look, making him blush softly.

"Okay, you're good." He says sheepishly, letting me shove on my black t-shirt, and I give him a soft smile before leaving him in the bathroom to get ready. I pack all of our clothes reluctantly into our suitcases, making a mental note to myself that we have to come back to this hotel again, and when Kellin emerges from the bathroom, we were ready to go.

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Things were mainly silent on the way home, and Kellin was very fidgety and nervous in his seat. He probably thought I regretted it, or I was upset, but I at least wanted our first time to be memorable, and no so early into whatever relationship we have.

I want a relationship with Kellin, I really do. He's sweet, adorably cute, and has the greatest personality, and i've wanted him since day one. He intrigues me like no other has intrigued me before, and he was simply amazing.

The kiss we shared the night before really had me thinking, how beautiful Kellin really was inside and out. I loved getting to know him more, his favorite color, his hobbies, and even about his past, and it made me really happy that he was so open to me. And I need to open up to him soon, too.

"We're here." I say, noticing that he was asleep, and I smile softly, getting out of my truck and lifting him up bridal style. I carry him into the house, all the way to the bedroom, and I lay him down, taking off his shirt and jeans so he can sleep more comfortably. I gently pull the bedsheets over him, and he shifts a little, hugging the bedsheets as I go outside to get our things.

The moment I step back inside my house, my phone starts to ring, and I answer it quickly as not to disturb Kellin's sleeping.

"Mom?" I ask, and I hear her sigh.

"Boys don't wear dresses, Victor, he's a fucking tranny." She says, and I stay silent before I really loose my shit on this woman.

"He's not a fucking tranny, mother, and he can wear dresses and feel beautiful if he wants to." I grit, leaning against my door, and I hear her laugh.

"Boys don't wear dresses, and I don't want to see you with him anymore." She says, and I snap.

"Mom, you aren't going to tell me who I can be with and who I can't be with, i'm an adult and I can be with whoever the fuck I want. Kellin makes me genuinely happy, and i'm not going to stop seeing him, no matter what you fucking say or think. When you want to be respectful of my boyfriend, then call me back." I snap, hanging up, and I pull my hoodie over my head, going into the bedroom to see Kellin waking up.

"Mm, Vic?" He says softly, stretching out, and I place a gentle kiss to his forehead, making him smile.

"I'm going to go out for a little bit and take a walk, alright?" I say softly, and he nods, opening his eyes a little and placing his hand on my cheek softly.

"Be back soon." He says, and I nod, smiling.

"Of course, Kells." I say, and with that, I was out the house and thinking deeply.

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