Hard to Get (Kellic)

Chapter 15|I Can't Wait to Fall in Love with You

Vic's POV

I sat in my car out front of Kellin's apartment. I was bored out of my mind, and I had texted him about 10 times but he wouldn't answer my texts. I knew he wasn't at work, but I didn't know if he had gone out or not. Then again Kellin only left his apartment for school, work, or if I called him over. I probably came off as clingy or something, but I didn't really care. In all honesty I was actually a bit worried. Kellin lived in a really sketchy neighborhood and I often worried that some gang members were going to kill him in his sleep. Kellin really didn't seem like he could defend himself either; he wasn't really that strong. 

I found a place to park my car that wasn't too far away from the building and walked up towards the entrance. It was getting cold outside since it was the middle of December, but it wasn't too unbearable. I made my way up to his floor and stood outside his apartment. I usually wouldn't do this, but I was desperate for someone to entertain me. I knocked a few times on the door and waited to see if he was home. Sure enough I heard someone shuffle about the apartment and I felt a bit relieved when I did. Good, he hasn't been shot and killed.

He opened the door a bit -not all the way because of the chain- and he peered out at me. He defiantly looked different. His face was all red for some reason and his breathing was a little fast. "Oh Vic, hey. Just gimme a moment," he muttered out, closing door for a moment. A few seconds later he opened the door all the way and moved back so I could come in.

"What brings you here?" He asked, seeming a little on edge.

"I was in the neighborhood and I figured I come say hi, see if we could hang out." I replied, not really wanting to comment on his slightly strange behavior.

"Oh uh, yeah. Lemme just, I gotta use the bathroom," he dismissed, shutting and locking the door as I came inside. I had gotten used to the clutter and mess in his apartment and sat down on his bed while he walked over to the bathroom. "Just um, gimme a minute, I'm kinda a mess. Y'know um, working out," he said, stumbling over his words and acting nervous.

"Um, ok," I said, smiling and confused. He nodded stepped in the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I got comfortable on his bed and picked up the sketchbook that happened to be lying on it. Every time I came here I ended up looking through his sketchbooks so it had become routine for me to just go through his work sometimes.

I flipped to the first page and I was automatically taken back. It was a man, a naked man. He had drawn a porn star as a matter of fact. Oh I just had to see this. I flipped to the next page, and again it was a sketch of a naked guy, another porn star. Of course I recognized them, but I hadn't watched their work since I was younger. How old was this sketchbook?

I flipped through the first few pages, them all being suggestive drawings of hot guys, but I then came across a naked sketch of someone who wasn't a porn star. In fact, it was a drawing of the guy I had seen in one of his paintings a few months back. I couldn't help but get a bit jealous. This guy let Kellin sit in front of him and draw him naked? I clenched my jaw but flipped through the many very sexualized drawings of the mystery tattooed man that I had deemed Kellin's ex boyfriend. But then I came across something that defiantly sparked my interest. I came across a drawing of me.

My eyes widened as I studied the extremely sexualized drawing that Kellin had done of me. He had drawn me so that I was facing forward, with my dick in my hand. Oh my fucking God. The best part was, Kellin had to have drawn this all from imagination. Kellin had imagined me in this position before. I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this was, but at the same time I was extremely turned on by the fact that Kellin thought about me like this and then drew it!